Dear Blogger World,
Life is good. I have a story for you all, but first i'll just tell you, i LOVE being moved out! i love all my roommates, and i love my ward! Everyone is so much fun, and they are all so friendly!! Now here's my story of the day:
Once upon a time there was a girl. One Monday in May, girl was traveling home with a friend she met from her ward. This friend works super-duper close to her, and FHE happened to be earlier today than it normally was, so she gave this friend a ride home. As they were driving home, they were talking about their days and girl was singing along to the music on the radio.
All of a sudden something happened... The car felt funny and they could both hear and feel something weird. Then the girl started to panic! her heart started beating faster and she was pretty much freaking out at the boy. She started yelling things like- "Crap! I can't get off the road! [insert boy's name] stick your arm out the window!!" In which boy looked at her completely ridiculously like she was an idiot. She thought it was a good idea. At this point they were on a highway where the speed limit was 50 and they were going probably 20. she then started yelling again "Where the heck are my hazards?! i hate this car!" As Girl frantically searched for her stupid hazards, She noticed [boy] reaching over and pushing the big red button between the air vents. Yeah, it was a pretty obvious place... Soon the cars let her in and she was able to pull off the road safely.
Girl and her friend got out of the car to see if she had anything to change a tire with. (*note: being this a newer car for her, she really had no idea whether she had a tire, a jack, or anything at all.) As they were surveying the equipment, Girl had a nice SPAZ attack and started freaking out at the poor boy saying things like- "oh my gosh! oh my gosh! can i cry? i think i'm gonna cry! look! my hands are shaking. i refuse to drive!" after a short talk, they decided to pull the car into a close parking lot. Of course, she made him slowly drive it there, as she continued to spaz and hug the dashboard of her baby, Sophie. Once in there, it was discovered that he didn't know a ton about changing a tire. And although she did, she wasn't strong enough to do it. but she figured between the 2 of them, it couldn't be that hard. Except when they realized that they didn't know where to put the stupid jack under her plastic car. (they couldn't fine the metal piece that would steady it.)
Then came another nice boy! and he helped them change it! and him and girl's friend took turns being strong, and such. Girl, still being a girl, continued to freak out as she drove the car with the doughnut home to park until the next day when she could get new tires. Poor, poor nice guy. Girl was lucky she happened to be driving home with him that day, so that he could calm her down at spaz-out moments.
Morals of the story:
1. Make sure if you're going to pop a tire on the way home from work, that you have a guy with you.
2. Figure out where your hazards are, before you have to use them. and maybe put a sign up in case you forget...
3. Buy new tires before the old ones get really bad.
4. Try not to spaz at someone you've only known for a week. They might think you're crazy after that.
Hope everyone's days go great!! hahaha! :D
Love, Melanie
