yesterday:
My BFF sold a van to someone who never paid her. Smart girl, she remains the leinholder on the title. If she can get to the van, she can take it back.
We decided to be bad ass rockstars and go get it tonight. (will upload pics of our baddassery soon)
Things were going OK even after we hit the deer.
We got the van loaded up and on the hauler and were headed to the Super Big Mart where we planned to take a well deserved break after spending 140 miles on the darkest scariest highway I’ve ever seen.
Until the car overheated.
Evidently the Yukon was not completely OK after nailing the deer.
No flashlight.
Insurance company would not (could not) help us.
So we called the cops because the insurance co said we had to, anyway.
We love the cops in Monroe, GA.
They fixed the car with zip ties. But by then it was 2:15 a.m.
We made it to Super Big Mart, bought supplies and are in the only hotel within godknows how many miles. NOT getting a half-night discount and NOT getting the hot tub suite for regular room price even though it’s a motherfucking Tuesday night. FUCKING ASHOLLERY.
We used up our goodwill on the cops, evidently. I got pictures of them. We love them.
Please vibe us that we can somehow get home tomorrow. We miss our kids. Our husbands both have to miss work tomorrow. Melanie may have a broken foot from where the ramp on the auto-hauler came off the track and bounced off the top of her foot.
But she was a fucking race car driver when the Event happened. She did exactly the right thing (which was not swerve or slam on breaks and end up in the ravine with the autohauler) and no one was hurt.
Vibes if ya got ‘em. We have a long day tomorrow.
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she knew we were coming; that part, at least, was uneventful.
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Um yeah. That is nuts. I’m glad the deer wasn’t more damaging to you and Mel. How did the woman react when you showed up at her house with the van?
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