But today, readers, I'm stealing a computer and the internet from Sarah FOR YOU!
You're welcome.
So, let me tell y'all whats been going on in the past 3 hours.
Sarah's, my oh so fabulous work wife and very good friend, sister is in town and to be really nice (i.e. use Sarah's car all day) she offered to pick Sarah and I up from work. So, here Sarah and I are, sitting at our desks at work, working super hard, saving pets lives and whatnot... you know what we do everyday... when all of the sudden Sarah looks at me and says, "Um we need to leave like now because Carolyn just texted me that my car is on fire and stalled infront of the Driskill."
Um, okay...
So that's how I met Sarah's sister. Instead of it being over margaritas on Cinco De Mayo, which I had hoped, it was outside the Driskill on a Monday afternoon while Sarah's car sat smoking on the street.
In Sarah and my ifinite wisdom, we decided that driving her smoking, stalled car to my car would be an acceptable if not fabulous idea. Yup, until it ceased to work at every stop sign and Sarah would have to grind the engine five times to make it start again. However, we did make it across Lamar and almost to my car before Yoshi (Sarah's car) completely died. It was a sad moment. There the three of us sat on the corner of 9th and Blanco, Yoshi smoking, and Sarah on the phone to a tow company.
Here is the great thing about Texas, everyone that drove by stopped to make sure we were okay. Here is the annoying thing about Texas, everyone that drove by stopped to make sure we were okay. As Carolyn noted if we were in Michagan (where she is from), or really most other state, people would have speed by laughing and pointing. I'm not complaning about people being nice but IT WAS EVERY SINGLE CAR! And then, who would come to our rescue? The firefighting hero with the baby.
Fireflighting Hero With Baby: "Y'all need help."
Carolyn and I: (for the 57th time) "Nah, we are good. Thanks."
Firefighting Hero With Baby: "You sure because I'm a firefighter and I see people rear ended all the time when they are stalled on streets. In fact this one time I saw a guy's legs torn off when he got caught between a stalled car and another that ran into it."
Carolyn and I: "Um..." (seriously what do you say to that?)
Firefighter Hero With Baby: "It looks like you need some water or tranmission fluid. I can help. Let me put the baby in the house and I'll be right back."
Carolyn and I: "Wait? What? Are you talking some man language we don't understand?" Luckily for us, he was out of ear shot when we said these super smart, impressive words.
Me: "Carolyn, seriously do you think he is really a firefighter, because I know this neighborhood and if he is a firefighter than his wife must be a lawyer."
He ended up being a really nice guy who, after... I don't know punting his baby into his house or something, came back outside and drove (or coasted) Sarah's car around the corner and out of the small stop sign intersection we were stuck at. After he did this he looked under the hood of poor dead Yoshi and said, "Yup, I think need water or transition fluid. Would you like me to add water so you don't need the tow?"
Sarah: "Thanks but I know there is something wrong with it, so I'm going to go ahead and have it towed. I mean I just don't know anything about cars... my dad was a lawyer and at some point I had to help him change a tire.
Firefighter Hero (now without) Baby: "Okay, well if y'all want to wait for the tow truck at our house we just live the two doors down. And I completely understand about the lawyer thing, my wife is one."
Me: (to myself "BAHAHAHAHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHA OMG don't look at Carolyn. Don't look at Carolyn. Don't look at Carolyn..."
Cue Firefighter Hero (now without) Baby: exits...
Me: "Holy Shit!!! Did you hear what his wife does?"
Carolyn: "I couldn't look at you. I couldn't look at you."
At this point we just have to leave. The tow truck won't be around for another 80 minutes or so, so we decide (as any normal ladies our age would) to go have drinks and garlic bread at Rounder's Pizza. We walked the 3 blocks to my car and then drove back a block to the pizza place. Our reasoning was that if the tow truck called early saying they were they at the car we could quickly jump in the car and race the .5 blocks back to Sarah's dead 95 Avalon (luxury sedan). I had driven home to my parents in San Antonio last weekend so all the back seats were down in my car and covered in George Michael hair. Since we were only driving all of .4 blocks to the pizza place, I asked Sarah and Carolyn if they minded just squeezing together in the front seat. Ovbiously they love each other and this is totally okay.
And so we start driving. And Justin Beiber's Boyfriend came on the radio and I was so happy...
And then we pulled into Rounders parking lot and I really wanted to take a photo of Sarah and Carolyn, because it's usually me in the weird awkward positions, but this time it wasn't. This time I've got some ginger on ginger action happening in my front seat and who doesn't want photographic evidence of that?!?!?! So, I'm pulling into the parking spot and I tell them both to sit tight and don't move because I want to take a photo of this. They're all, "Okay take our photo. We love eachother."
And then I do just that. I take out my phone, open my door to get a better a photo shot and all of the sudden MY CAR STARTS ROLLING FORWARD VERY QUICKLY INTO THE SHRUBS/FENCE/GIANT OAK TREE INFRONT OF THE PARKING SPOT!!!
Me: "OMG what?!?!"
Sarah: (still with Carolyn on her lap stuffed in the front seat of my car) "Park! The car is not in park!"
Me: "HAHAHA!!!! What? Wait! Hu?"
Sarah: "It's not in park! Put it in park!"
Me: "Crap! It's not in park!"
Moral of the story is I did get it in park. I didn't crash into anything... well expect some shrubery. But I was dying. Literally tears were rolling down my cheeks. I haven't laughed so hard I cried in years. I almost peed my pants. Like, I'm 27 years old and I was scared I was going to to have to drop my friends off and go home and change my pants.
This is how I met Sarah's siter for the first time.
And here, for your enjoyment, is some photographic proof from the night...
Sarah all sad face about her car that was on fire - acording to the firefighter and I feel like he is an expert in the subject of fires.
