i was supposed to have today off. i had today off up until about 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon. life was good until 4. life is always good when it's friday and you think you're sleeping in the next morning because, hey, it's saturday. but no. at 4 o'clock yesterday afternoon, i was told to be to work at 7:30 the next morning. at least my bank account would be looking a bit less lonely. i guess.
7:30 comes fast on a saturday morning. did you know that? it does.
we had to set up the fields for the games. bring out the first aid kits, trash cans, and (very important for this story) the water coolers. and, because tackle football had to use our van on a different base this morning, i had to use myown rental car to transport all the stuff to the fields. four coolers in the back & trash bags, first aid kits, and a coworker in the front. we were off. we got three of the fields done and we were heading to the last one when 'thunk' happened. what is 'thunk'? 'thunk' is the cooler flipping over in the trunk of the car. a brand new car. registered on the 12th of august. brand new. we pulled over to try and grab it before all the water poured out but i couldn't figure out the trunk button. it wasn't working. the car was flooding. my life was over.
we finally got the trunk open and found the empty cooler but i didn't see any water. i believe in miracles. i was hoping that's what this was. i mean, things were a little wet, but there weren't any puddles of water. so back to the warehouse we went, filled up the cooler again and put it back in the car. it didn't fall over this time. i drove carefully.
at 10 o'clock, the games began i was under the impression that the car was fine.
now lets fast forward through me getting hit on by a ref & me letting it happen because i was cold and wanted to wear his coat. fast forward through me dancing down the lane of a closed down bowling alley to "dear future husband" by meghan trainor. fast forward through me illegally driving a vehicle and my coworkers making me believe i broke the engine. fast forward through me receiving a text that said, "btw, [so and so] told me that you're in love with me, hahaha." (ps, so and so is totally getting his trash kicked on wednesday). fast forward through me crying (literally) as a coworker wheeled me around on a dolly while i was imagining myself falling face first on the pavement. and fast forward through me getting dared to climb to the top of an old, abandoned air traffic control tower that i am convinced was haunted. it's now 6 o'clock.
"mom, don't get mad, but a water cooler fell over in the back of the rental. it's just a bit wet." -me
"how much water spilled out?!" -mom
"all of it?" -me
it turns out that a miracle didn't happen and all the water gathered in the wheel well. there was a good four inches of water just chilling there. and the back seats of the car had water lines on them. and were soaked. so there we were sopping up water with towels and wringing them out in the bushes. and there i was, in the garage, using a wet/dry vacuum to suck all the water out of the trunk. it was a mess. a mess that wouldn't have happened if i was given the day off. at least my dad thought it was funny. and so did the neighbors.
"good job washing the inside of the car."
"where does she get the blonde from?"
but, in my defense, i wholeheartedly believe that it is better to flood a car than to crash it.
all my love,
E
7:30 comes fast on a saturday morning. did you know that? it does.
we had to set up the fields for the games. bring out the first aid kits, trash cans, and (very important for this story) the water coolers. and, because tackle football had to use our van on a different base this morning, i had to use my
we finally got the trunk open and found the empty cooler but i didn't see any water. i believe in miracles. i was hoping that's what this was. i mean, things were a little wet, but there weren't any puddles of water. so back to the warehouse we went, filled up the cooler again and put it back in the car. it didn't fall over this time. i drove carefully.
at 10 o'clock, the games began i was under the impression that the car was fine.
now lets fast forward through me getting hit on by a ref & me letting it happen because i was cold and wanted to wear his coat. fast forward through me dancing down the lane of a closed down bowling alley to "dear future husband" by meghan trainor. fast forward through me illegally driving a vehicle and my coworkers making me believe i broke the engine. fast forward through me receiving a text that said, "btw, [so and so] told me that you're in love with me, hahaha." (ps, so and so is totally getting his trash kicked on wednesday). fast forward through me crying (literally) as a coworker wheeled me around on a dolly while i was imagining myself falling face first on the pavement. and fast forward through me getting dared to climb to the top of an old, abandoned air traffic control tower that i am convinced was haunted. it's now 6 o'clock.
"mom, don't get mad, but a water cooler fell over in the back of the rental. it's just a bit wet." -me
"how much water spilled out?!" -mom
"all of it?" -me
it turns out that a miracle didn't happen and all the water gathered in the wheel well. there was a good four inches of water just chilling there. and the back seats of the car had water lines on them. and were soaked. so there we were sopping up water with towels and wringing them out in the bushes. and there i was, in the garage, using a wet/dry vacuum to suck all the water out of the trunk. it was a mess. a mess that wouldn't have happened if i was given the day off. at least my dad thought it was funny. and so did the neighbors.
"good job washing the inside of the car."
"where does she get the blonde from?"
but, in my defense, i wholeheartedly believe that it is better to flood a car than to crash it.
all my love,
E
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