It's Wednesday afternoon and I'm sitting in Target writing this. Not in like a classy Target Starbucks chair, but on the disgustingly gross benches out front. The level of filth on these benches makes me question my basic girl attitude of must-spend-$200-every-visit love for Target. But that's not why I'm writing.
I'm writing because my car won't start. My car won't start on the day Mother Nature decided to grace Houston with rain torrential downpours for the first time in weeks/months. I know what you're thinking: What are the chances?! Lucky you! And you're right, it is luck, but remember there are two kinds of luck. I swear I didn't find a four-leaf clover this morning, but I SHOULD HAVE.
My car also wouldn't start last night when Freds tried to pick me up at the airport after my flight had been delayed two hours, but that's a complaint story for another time.
Sometimes I wonder why I'm allowed to be an adult? And who decides when we get to be adults? Riddle me that. Because at twenty-six years old I had no idea what to do once my car wouldn't start. I was perplexed. Confused. Intrigued. Even though this car had done this to Freddie the night before I was convinced I would be fine with it today. I mean, come on! I'm a wife and my house was out of laundry detergent! I had to get to Target to fulfill my destiny on this Earth of making sure my husband always has clean clothes! How could the universe not let me fulfill my destiny and get home with the newly purchased laundry detergent?!
Because sometimes the universe laughs at us and says LOL, humans. I don't think so. You don't get be an adult today.
I texted Freddie, but he was in and out of meetings. I texted my mother who was in Georgia, so that wasn't smart. Dear God, Emily, why can't you do something or contact someone who could actually help?! My texts read somewhat like that of a child as I conveyed my level of frustration and annoyance through emojis instead of words.
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Problem solving when it comes to adult decision is not my forte <<something I learned during this rainy, dead car moment. Also anything car-related is not my forte as we all discovered last year when I burst my tire all because of a bug.
Freddie was able to skip out of a meeting and come save me and the car. I'm sure it was like a kid getting to skip school to watch The Price is Right! Not. Ish.
Anyways, now that I am home and it's Wednesday night, I am going to put on my bright pink polka dot American Eagle sleep shorts that I've had for ten years. And put on my fuzzy Santa socks with the holes in them. And eat some freaking chocolate for dinner because since I am an adult I can choose to act like a child.
The End.
6 comments:
I would have no idea what to do either! My car died once at a drive up coffee shack in my hometown. Thankfully it was right by a gas station so I was able to get a jump (and if I hadn't, my parents lived there) but if that were to happen now I'd be stumped.
But the plus size of adulthood of course is eating chocolate for dinner in your pajamas...so there's that!
You sound just like me with your polka dotted pj's and ice cream and old socks. Baha! #twins and girl, I know we were texting yesterday but 4 out of 5 days I don't WANT to "adult, anymore ;)
Hilarious! But equally frustrating. Between Jared and I we have had more car problems than just about anyone so I FEEL YOUR PAIN. I have zero clue what to do so it's always a blast. And how dare the universe not let you fulfill your destinty?!?! (I LOLed when I read that)
I felt like I was sitting in the car with you experiencing this whole thing. Really well written girl! Ummmm at least your car savior man is incredibly good looking so that helps ;-) My advice get AAA, it is a life savior in more ways than one. I get it in my stocking every year for Christmas. Lets discuss that very grown up adult moment.
ugh that sucks! this one time, i left my lights on and came back to a completely dead car (was also at target). oops. my husband was NOT happy having to come save me.
Oh my goodness, I've SO been in those shoes before! Cars & me=bad...I have no idea how I got to this point in life still knowing SO little about cars!
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