Did you know that kids never really grow up? *grin Our visit starts out as a comedy of errors, but bear with as no one gets killed :)
Saturday which is really Sunday morning finds me at 12:30 am re-arranging furniture waiting for Bre to call saying she's in okay and on her way. I get the phone call all right, but it starts off with a voice saying "Mom, don't hate me." Rut-roh, I've heard that plenty of times and it's never good news and usually entails me dealing with something I don't want to deal with.
Seems she reserved a rental car but never checked for a confirmation. They didn't confirm, have no cars to rent and all other rental agencies are closed. So yes, I'm dealing. I get dressed, airport security probably doesn't want to see a middle age woman in a t-shirt that's seen so much church it's the holiest of holey! And thank God I did as, as soon as I got on the highway there's a roadblock. Tons of red and blue lights. I'm thinking.....major wreck. So I slow to a crawl and am looking for somewhere to turn around. A cop steps into the road and motions me forward rather impatiently. I pull up and ask if there is a wreck, to which he responds with a "your an idiot" look on his face. No it's a sobriety check point. He asks for my license and then asks if I still live in MO. Um no. But I'm not tell him that. And for the record I have been meaning to change my license from MO to OK for a long time it's just not been a priority, ok!
Have I been drinking? Not today I respond, but give me time. And yes I'm know I'm starting to skate on thin ice but sheesh. He tells me they're looking for bad people. Seriously, he said that. To which I respond, I'm good, I'm really, really good. 10 years ago I bet I would have seen interest instead of indifference dammit!
So I'm waved thru and off I go again. I make it in record time as there aren't even barflies about by the time I get into T-town. I call Bre and she meets me at the curb. Yay. Poor kid hasn't had anything but peanuts since leaving Hawaii. I promise we'll stop at MickeyD's on the toll road. Since when did they start closing at midnight!
So sandwiches and a beer when we get home. See I told him to give me time. We see the digital clock hit 0530 and say goodnight. Tomorrow (today) is Father's Day and lots planned.
To be continued........
Saturday which is really Sunday morning finds me at 12:30 am re-arranging furniture waiting for Bre to call saying she's in okay and on her way. I get the phone call all right, but it starts off with a voice saying "Mom, don't hate me." Rut-roh, I've heard that plenty of times and it's never good news and usually entails me dealing with something I don't want to deal with.
Seems she reserved a rental car but never checked for a confirmation. They didn't confirm, have no cars to rent and all other rental agencies are closed. So yes, I'm dealing. I get dressed, airport security probably doesn't want to see a middle age woman in a t-shirt that's seen so much church it's the holiest of holey! And thank God I did as, as soon as I got on the highway there's a roadblock. Tons of red and blue lights. I'm thinking.....major wreck. So I slow to a crawl and am looking for somewhere to turn around. A cop steps into the road and motions me forward rather impatiently. I pull up and ask if there is a wreck, to which he responds with a "your an idiot" look on his face. No it's a sobriety check point. He asks for my license and then asks if I still live in MO. Um no. But I'm not tell him that. And for the record I have been meaning to change my license from MO to OK for a long time it's just not been a priority, ok!
Have I been drinking? Not today I respond, but give me time. And yes I'm know I'm starting to skate on thin ice but sheesh. He tells me they're looking for bad people. Seriously, he said that. To which I respond, I'm good, I'm really, really good. 10 years ago I bet I would have seen interest instead of indifference dammit!
So I'm waved thru and off I go again. I make it in record time as there aren't even barflies about by the time I get into T-town. I call Bre and she meets me at the curb. Yay. Poor kid hasn't had anything but peanuts since leaving Hawaii. I promise we'll stop at MickeyD's on the toll road. Since when did they start closing at midnight!
So sandwiches and a beer when we get home. See I told him to give me time. We see the digital clock hit 0530 and say goodnight. Tomorrow (today) is Father's Day and lots planned.
To be continued........
2 comments:
Oh well, she learned a good lesson about car/hotel rentals and such. Too bad you had to deal with it!
I love that pic.
We have sobriety check points around here a lot. Once we were taking an 88-year old woman back to her home. In order to avoid the checkpoint, DH parked a block away and I walked the lady home, up the hill, holding her hand.
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