Hi there.
It's been a ridiculous amount of time since I
wrote last. This whole write every three months is getting a little out of
control. I assure you, one of these days, I’m going to sit down and tell you
all the ridiculous and embarrassing things that have occurred in my life. But
for now, I'm just going to tell you about what happened yesterday.
It was terrifying, so prepare yourself.
So, I went to visit the homestead this weekend (which was
wonderful) and I got to see my family and my dog and all that lovely stuff. On
my trip back, I stopped to get gas. So far so good. Well, it just so happened
that one of my friends texted me while I was waiting for my tank to be full.
Naturally, I stood there like a 21st Century citizen and preceded to text her
back. BAM, the gas was finished so I set my phone down on top of the car, put
the nozzle thingy back in its spot, grabbed my receipt and got in the car. I
crumpled the receipt and threw it on the passenger's side and decided I was
super thirsty. And dear reader, let me tell you how thankful I am that I pay
attention to that sort of thing. I put the car in Drive and drove up to the
little parking spaces in front of the store area. That's when I realized I
never finished texting Sarah back. I
went to grab my phone and that's when I realized I didn't know where my phone
was. Then the most horrible realization
hit me.
My phone. I put it on top of my car. And drove.
I dashed out of my
car and looked at the spot where I just got gas. I was relatively calm, until…I
saw it. I saw a smooshed, crushed, mess of a thing lying on the ground. My
hands started shaking and all I could think was, "How am I going to call
mom to tell her my phone DIED?!!!" I, being the very vocal person that I
am, threw my hands over my mouth and gave a terrible little shriek of "OH
NO. NO, NO, NO."
So there I was folks, having a heart attack in the middle of
a gas station parking lot. I was literally tip-toeing to the place where I
spotted my phone because I was sure I couldn't handle the devastation. By now,
people are staring at me. And by people, I mean everyone who was existing at
that gas station. I finally made it over to the remnants of my phone. This is when I
realized, the thing I am crying about is not actually my phone. Nope. Way off. It's a wrapper. I repeat, I am
doubled over on the pavement about to cry and shaking for all the world to see
OVER A WRAPPER. In my defense, the light reflecting off of it looked an awful
lot like glass.
Anyway, I quickly
took my hands off my mouth, turned around and walked mighty quick back to my car. And wouldn't
you know, my phone was sitting on the trunk. I sighed and died all at once
because there was a man headed my way to see if I was alright. I give him a
nice little wave to signal that I would, in fact, probably survive this little
ordeal. Then I ran into the store to buy
some chocolate covered pretzels, because let's be real, after that you need
more than a bottle of water. My hands were still shaking when I gave the
cashier my money and the guy trying to check on me was still watching me as I
came back out to my car. We made awkward eye contact so I gave my nice little
"I'm okay" wave for the second time.
You better hope you never see me at a gas station. Who knows what I'll be crying about.
