Yesterday we were headed to the middle of nowhere to watch my brother's basketball game but we had to stop along the way to pick up a few things. When we got out of the store we realized that the car lights had been left on while we were in there... Sweet Aunt Clara only lasts a couple minutes if the lights are left on. Luckily a sweet couple with a big truck helped jump her and we were on our way again, laughing about how we always kill her and how poor our memories are.
We drove for a year and a half again and when we were about a mile..ish away from the exit we needed to take Aunt Clara just shut off! Straight up! Right on the freeway. That's when we realized we forgot to put gas in her. We coasted as long as we could and while we were still moving I hopped right out and pushed. Guys, have you seen me? As massive as my muscles are, I have a hard time pushing a car up a hill. It didn't help that my mother and I were both laughing SOO hard! I think that could have been what took up a lot of my energy...
We traded off and my mom pushed for a while. My mother is a champ. She is easily the greatest mom in the world. But anyway, by this time we were well into the off ramp and a car had pulled over off yonder to help us. A kind sweet lady, we'll call her Susan (because that's actually what her name is...) stopped to help! Hey fellas, good news for you! There is justice in the world! Susan is from Florida and works with some type of construction company. Susan is an angel. Heavenly Father watches out for his children and last night He had Susan come help us.
Susan and my mother went and got gas and I sort of just chilled in the car... for 30 minutes... I started getting worried, I'm not even going to lie! My mom had just taken off with a stranger! And I was alone, with a dead car, a dead phone, and a bag of potato chips.
Spoiler alert: my mom lived, I lived, Susan lived, but Aunt Clara died.
Even after we got the gas in her she wouldn't turn on... can you guess what happened?! She ran out of battery again! I think that's a record! Twice in an hour and a half.
Susan helped jump her and we finally got on our way. We missed my brother's game ENTIRELY. But he still won! And my mom and I had a good time. I'm really glad we can laugh about things like that instead of getting all sorts of ticked off because everything went wrong.
NEWS FLASH: that's life. Seriously, junk happens! You can either laugh it off or cry it off. But crying makes your eyes red and tired and then your nose runs and people awkwardly ask what's wrong and then you break down again just trying to talk about it because that always seems to happen. Especially if you're in third grade and you get home from your first day at a new school and it was horrible. Like, the teacher made you redo your assignment 3 times because she's picky and grumpy kind of horrible. BUT if you laugh, you get a six pack (someday...), live longer, and when you tell the story again later all you do is LAUGH AND LAUGH! :)
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