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So never let it be said I lived an uncharmed (or unchamred, as I typed that at first) life. Because let me tell you about somethings.
First of all, happy post thanksgiving! I hope those of you who were off and celebrating had a good turkey coma going by 3 at the latest, and I hope those of you who had to work or who don't really do thanksgiving had a really awesome thursday. Me, I had to work AND I celebrated. It was great, though. Over to my mom's for what Kelsi calls salad thanksgiving first (dinner at my mom's is meat-and-dairy-and-wheat-and-booze-free...and it's about as awesome as you're thinking), and then I went to my friend's house for a second, or "real," thanksgiving. I had to pop into the hospital for a bit in between, but I can't complain. Much scrabble was played and I have leftovers coming out my ears. So great.
So then Friday I went in to work and spent the rest of the day working on a term paper which is essentially done, and today I ran some errands and then headed into the library. I was thinking, when I awoke, that it was going to be a pretty normal day but OH WAS I EVER MISTAKEN.
I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things before I went to the library, and on my way out I stopped to give money to the bellringer guy, and we ended up chatting for a bit. Just then, I noticed that there were 2 firetrucks parked up next to the grocery store. Some firement got out and sauntered, not at all emergency-like, up to the bellringer and me. One of them went inside and the other stayed outside and put some money in the kettle. So the three of us were just chatting about the nice weather and thanksgiving and all that when I realized I had better scoot to the library if I wanted to get a good study table. I excused myself and waved bye and stepped into the parking lot.
this is when I realized that i had absolutely no flipping idea where my car was. none. not an inkling of a hint of a whisper of a memory of where I parked. North? South? East? West? Twixt? Tween? Couldn't tell you.
I walked backwards a bit, and then headed out once more confidently into the sunshine, thinking that if I just let my body go on autopilot it would navigate itself to the car.
this did not work out as well as I had hoped.
I was standing in the parking lot, avoiding the busy lanes, willing myself to remember where my car was when I sensed someone behind me. I whirled around, and there was one of the firemen.
"You don't know where your car is, do you."
"Not a clue."
"Want help looking for it?"
"Oh, no. That's okay. I'll figure it out. It's just over...um. Maybe I parked near the bagel shop...probably not. No, thank you though. I can totally find it."
"Mm-HM," he said, not believing me because he was born sometime other than yesterday.
"Look. There it is!" I murmured unconvincingly, and began to saunter slowly toward a car that was Not Mine. I leaned against it and turned toward him. "found it!"
"Open the trunk then, and put your groceries in."
"Fuck. So it's not my car. You know if you hadn't been here, I probably would have just set off the car alarm and followed the noise. I might still do that."
"Or you could just get in the truck and let me drive you around the parking lot."
"in the FIRE TRUCK????"
"What other truck do you see?"
"but the taxpayers didn't give you guys money to drive me around to find my lost car. that truck is for real fires and things."
"you're a taxpayer, aren't you? besides, it's not like I'll keep driving you around if there's a fire. If there's a fire you'll jump out and we'll drive away."
"so you're not going to get into trouble?"
"Who is going to tell?"
"So I can get in your firetruck."
"Yes. Let's go."
So friends, I got to sit in a firetruck while it steered (slowly) around the parking lot in an effort to locate my volv. When I got in, i had two questions. 1) Where is the dalmation? and 2) Which things up here can I touch? tell me now, or I might accidentally touch a lot of them.
Anyway, turns out firetrucks don't usually have a dalmation, which is a bummer, and I could only touch about three things, which is another bummer, but the good news is that I found my car. And I got to ride in a firetruck.
And now I'm at the library and as much fun as studying is, I can't help but feel my day has already peaked. It's going to be downhill from here, no matter what I do. |
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that is quite possibly the most awesome story ever. It is definitely the most awesome lost car story. I am so jealous.
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hi, long time lurker and occasional commenter here.
I can't best what the gazelle said. i am super jealous.
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I so enjoy reading about your life. :D
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Also a long-time reader (reader sounds so much better than lurker, right?) and very rare commenter, but I just wanted to say:
a) Awesome. So full of awesome.
b) I can't tell you how disappointed I am to find that not all firetrucks have Dalmatians. I always felt like they had some intrinsic firefighting-assisting characteristic that made them invaluable to the whole operation.
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Did you get to wear a hat? What buttons did you get to push? I am SO doing this the next time I see firetrucks at my grocery store (which seems to be often and oddly, this never seemed weird to me until right this very minute) even if my car is sitting DIRECTLY in front of the store.
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Was the fireman one of the three things you were allowed to touch? *giggle* ... Oh, come ON, somebody had to be childish enough to write that! :)
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Ooooooooh firemen...they're always so ...hot! I used to live down the street from a firestation and always wanted to call them up and ask if they could bring their big hoses over to put out my fire...never had the nerve though.
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Very cool. Great way to make a day! How come you gots all sorts of cool stories whilst the rest of us lead bored, pathetic lives?
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So, um, hey, I'm a librarian. Would you like to ride around in the bookmobile with me? Oh, hey, no that's okay I didn't think you would. [red red red face] Plus there's a lot of buttons you might push and get me in trouble. So uh yeah okay see you around.
~ Piney who is actually a librarian
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The only thing that happens when I lose my car is that my icecream cones (4 of them) melt all over and there's nothing I can do because they aren't MINE mine.
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I don't know why it takes 11 commenters to point this out but that fireman was totally hot for what you got. Which month was he on the local fireman calendar?
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oh, i should have mentioned that- he totally wasn't. I think he just felt really sorry for me. He told me his wife does the same thing.
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that is quite possibly the most awesome story ever. It is definitely the most awesome lost car story. I am so jealous.