Last night was... hmm, how do I describe it... an adventure?
If you don't have time to read my novel, let me summarize: I damaged my car, became stranded in Murray at a car dealership, and was rescued by my knight in shining armor. For those of you with time on your hands, you can read the details below.
To start off, I had a babysitting job up in Bountiful around 6. So I left work at 4 to be on the road at 4:30 to give me plenty of time to get there. I forgot one thing... snow.
If you don't have time to read my novel, let me summarize: I damaged my car, became stranded in Murray at a car dealership, and was rescued by my knight in shining armor. For those of you with time on your hands, you can read the details below.
To start off, I had a babysitting job up in Bountiful around 6. So I left work at 4 to be on the road at 4:30 to give me plenty of time to get there. I forgot one thing... snow.
It was actually rain when I left Provo, but by the time I was in American Fork it had quickly become a snow storm. Wind and snow blowing everywhere. Luckily, the roads weren't too bad at this point, and I stayed behind a plow truck until I got around the point of the mountain. Honestly, I wasn't really afraid of the snow and had total confidence that I would make it to Bountiful safe and sound.
I decided that just to be safe I would stop in Murray and fill my tank because it was getting close to empty. While at the gas station, I made a phone call to inform the mother that there was a chance I would be late. I found out she didn't need me anymore and I was free to return home! Yay! I was more than happy to return home and started on my merry little way back to the freeway when my windshield wipers decided to stop working again. :( You see, this is a common occurrence. My wiper motor is loose and anytime it gets jostled, my wipers stop working until it somehow gets jostled back into place.
I was not going to be driving down the freeway with inconsistent wipers so I made a call home to find out when the storm was expected to clear up and if I should consider finding a place to stay for the night. Yes, at this point I was beginning to get worried and staying put and avoiding the roads seemed the best option for a car without windshield wipers.
The storm wasn't expected to let up until morning so I was starting to look for a motel somewhere when...wham... my car slid and my back tire smashed into the curb. I was shocked, saddened, and unsure of what just happened. Not to brag but I consider myself a good driver when it comes to driving in the snow and I couldn't believe that the car had just slid beyond my control! That has never happened!
I pulled into an empty lot to inspect the damage and found none. In the meantime, I was on the phone with my dad trying to figure out what my best option was. About this time, I had lost my keep-yourself-togetherness and I was a mess. I was stuck in Murray with no way to get home and the roads had gotten extremely bad and extremely icy at this point.
My dad quickly calmed me down and told me he would come pick me up and we would come back for my car when the storm had passed. I tried to convince him the roads were too bad for him to drive on but he convinced me his truck could make it.
I had a lot of time to kill while he drove up and my phone was going to die at any moment so I braved the roads one last time without wipers and quickly found a place that was open and might let me charge my phone. It was aLarry H. Miller used car dealership. I ran inside and asked to use an outlet to charge my phone and I was greeted by six car salesmen. They graciously allowed me to sit and wait for my dad and charge my phone.
I spent the next hour and a half observing car salesmen. I have never seen such insincerity in my life. Don't get me wrong, they were really nice people, but I couldn't help but feel that they are nice because mean people don't sell cars. I felt like I was obligated to buy a car because they were being so nice and friendly. If I had met them on the street, I can't help but feel that they wouldn't have given me the time of day.
Well, after a while my knight in shining armor showed up on his white horse (my dad and his truck). By this time it had actually stopped snowing but the roads were even worse. We considered options as to where to leave my car for the next few days and decided we would attempt taking it down to the South Town Mall. This was more difficult than anticipated because when I slammed into the curve I did something to my axle that caused my back end to slide all over. Add snowy, dangerous roads and it was a disaster. Needless to say, I traded vehicles with my dad and he drove my car. By the time we miraculously got to the mall in one piece, we decided that we made it this far and might as well keep going. So we braved the freeway to get around the point of the mountain and one dangerously, scary hour later we were safely back in Orem. My poor father had a death grip on the steering wheel the whole ride home and was sliding all over the road. I'm so grateful that nothing more happened to him or my car.
I am currently home safe and without a car. We won't have time to diagnose the damage until Friday and I don't even want to think about how much money I don't have to fix it right now.
So, moral of the story: Dad's are, yet again, amazing! And God allows me to experience hard trials to teach me lessons, but keeps me safe through them and blesses me in the meantime. (I'm so grateful that something told me to stop and get gas instead of driving all the way to Bountiful to get stranded) And snow is oh, so wonderful when it stays off the roads!!!
Thank you for indulging in my novel, as reward here are some picture I have to share!
I decided that just to be safe I would stop in Murray and fill my tank because it was getting close to empty. While at the gas station, I made a phone call to inform the mother that there was a chance I would be late. I found out she didn't need me anymore and I was free to return home! Yay! I was more than happy to return home and started on my merry little way back to the freeway when my windshield wipers decided to stop working again. :( You see, this is a common occurrence. My wiper motor is loose and anytime it gets jostled, my wipers stop working until it somehow gets jostled back into place.
I was not going to be driving down the freeway with inconsistent wipers so I made a call home to find out when the storm was expected to clear up and if I should consider finding a place to stay for the night. Yes, at this point I was beginning to get worried and staying put and avoiding the roads seemed the best option for a car without windshield wipers.
The storm wasn't expected to let up until morning so I was starting to look for a motel somewhere when...wham... my car slid and my back tire smashed into the curb. I was shocked, saddened, and unsure of what just happened. Not to brag but I consider myself a good driver when it comes to driving in the snow and I couldn't believe that the car had just slid beyond my control! That has never happened!
I pulled into an empty lot to inspect the damage and found none. In the meantime, I was on the phone with my dad trying to figure out what my best option was. About this time, I had lost my keep-yourself-togetherness and I was a mess. I was stuck in Murray with no way to get home and the roads had gotten extremely bad and extremely icy at this point.
My dad quickly calmed me down and told me he would come pick me up and we would come back for my car when the storm had passed. I tried to convince him the roads were too bad for him to drive on but he convinced me his truck could make it.
I had a lot of time to kill while he drove up and my phone was going to die at any moment so I braved the roads one last time without wipers and quickly found a place that was open and might let me charge my phone. It was aLarry H. Miller used car dealership. I ran inside and asked to use an outlet to charge my phone and I was greeted by six car salesmen. They graciously allowed me to sit and wait for my dad and charge my phone.
I spent the next hour and a half observing car salesmen. I have never seen such insincerity in my life. Don't get me wrong, they were really nice people, but I couldn't help but feel that they are nice because mean people don't sell cars. I felt like I was obligated to buy a car because they were being so nice and friendly. If I had met them on the street, I can't help but feel that they wouldn't have given me the time of day.
Well, after a while my knight in shining armor showed up on his white horse (my dad and his truck). By this time it had actually stopped snowing but the roads were even worse. We considered options as to where to leave my car for the next few days and decided we would attempt taking it down to the South Town Mall. This was more difficult than anticipated because when I slammed into the curve I did something to my axle that caused my back end to slide all over. Add snowy, dangerous roads and it was a disaster. Needless to say, I traded vehicles with my dad and he drove my car. By the time we miraculously got to the mall in one piece, we decided that we made it this far and might as well keep going. So we braved the freeway to get around the point of the mountain and one dangerously, scary hour later we were safely back in Orem. My poor father had a death grip on the steering wheel the whole ride home and was sliding all over the road. I'm so grateful that nothing more happened to him or my car.
I am currently home safe and without a car. We won't have time to diagnose the damage until Friday and I don't even want to think about how much money I don't have to fix it right now.
So, moral of the story: Dad's are, yet again, amazing! And God allows me to experience hard trials to teach me lessons, but keeps me safe through them and blesses me in the meantime. (I'm so grateful that something told me to stop and get gas instead of driving all the way to Bountiful to get stranded) And snow is oh, so wonderful when it stays off the roads!!!
Thank you for indulging in my novel, as reward here are some picture I have to share!
Back in November, I left work for a month to teach 1st grade as part of my cohort in school. The company I work for brought Evelyn up from our office in Peru to help take care of my work while I was gone. I am so grateful for a job that works with my school stuff and for amazing people that I work with!
