Did you ever have one of those nightmares where you’re inappropriately dressed, or not dressed at all? Yeah. I came close to that the other week. It’s taken me a while, but I think I’ve recovered from the trauma of it all. I’ll try to be brief.
7:30am – Home from working at 12 hour night shift.
8:00am – Done showering, and put on my pajamas to relax with my kids at home. It was pouring rain and a perfect day for movies.
8:15am – I decide to drive my husband to work because we only have one car, and who knows, my kids and I may want to go for a drive in the pouring rain. I’m still in my jammies, but figure, eh, I won’t need to get out of the car.
8:30am – Drop off my husband and start driving back home.
8:35am – Almost to the highway, when the car engine dies. I pull off to the side, sit there in a small state of panic, trying to decide what to do because remember, I’m in my pajamas. I try to call my knight-in-shining-armor-of-a-husband, but realize he can’t hear my cries for help for two reasons: 1) I don’t have my cell phone and 2) the van is pretty sound proof from the outside.
8:37am – I restart the car, and it works! Relief washes over me and I begin driving away.
8:37am (30 sec later) – That feeling of dread overtakes me when I realize that again the car engine has died. I pull over to side, in a panic state a-gain. I rummage through my purse (again) hoping that my cell phone will magically appear. I should know better. If it doesn’t work for food in the fridge, it won’t work for a cell phone in my purse. This time I begin praying hard and fast that I don’t have to get out of this car, in the pouring rain to knock on a stranger’s door to use their phone.
8:41am – I try to restart the car and guess what?! I turns on. O-K! I get to the highway and wait till the road is absolutely clear. I turn onto the highway.
8:41am (5 sec later) – I pull over to the side at Hukilau beach in defeat. The car engine has died, it’s pouring rain, did I mention I’m in my pajamas, and the nearest sighting of humanity are campers at Hukilau beach breaking down their camp in the rain.
8:45am – I decide that all my pride goes out the window today. I find a shirt on the floor of the van. Throw it on, hoping that it would buffer my morning look and get out the van and start walking over to the camp site.
8:50am – I secure a cell phone from the nice campers that feel sorry for me or figure they can’t get rid of this weirdo unless give in to my request. I dial my husband’s number as fast as I can. My husband answers and I explain my whole dilemma. We figure out a plan and make some more phone calls to people who could help me. My friend’s daughter says she will be right over. I make a mental note to send a text to my friend who’s on vacation, thanking her for leaving her daughter behind just to help me. As I wait for her to come to my rescue, I realize that my silver lining is that at least nobody knows me at the campsite.
8:51am – My silver lining has been erased because an old college friend sees me and says hi and asks if I need any help. I internally squirm and says that help is on the way.
9:00am to 9:30am – I’m rescued, taken home, I change, head back to pick up my husband and then drive over to where we left the van.
9:30am – My husband restarts the car, drives it around the parking lot and exclaims there is nothing wrong with the van.
9:40am – My husband and I start to walk, in the rain from the Cackle Fresh Outlet to Napa Auto Parts. That’s about 1.5 miles away. 10 minutes into our walk, friends of ours see us, take pity and drive us to our destination.
To end this sad, pathetic story, our van had to be towed to the shop and is now fixed. Moral of the story, don’t leave home in your pajamas or without your cell phone, because Murphy’s Law always wins!