One
year when we were driving back to Utah trough Denver and Vail we got
caught in a horrible snow storm and there were cars off of the road
all over. Even though my mom was accident prone she was driving while
my dad and the rest of us slept. The visibility was very low and tow
trucks were trying to pull some of the cars out of the ditches and
back onto the road. My mom was driving try to be really
careful when she saw a tow truck in her lane and she thought what
I'll do is, I'll get closer and him swerve around the last minute,
that should be the safest, and there is no way this can go wrong.
That snarky bit at the end of what I claimed she thought was perhaps
not in the original but who is to say? The plan didn't work out, at
all. Luckily the tow truck driver was off the sholder hooking up the
other car when mom hit him and pushed him off of the road. That
wrecked our car so badly that we couldn't get it fixed, of course it
was nighttime, on a weekend, around Christmas, in Vail which is where
rich people go to get some perspective. We got towed somewhere and
my grandpa who lived in Provo, 9 hours hence, drove out there to
rescue us. He picked us up and drove us home and I just remember it
took forever waiting, the 9 hours or whatever for him to drive out to
us and then for us to drive back home it took 18 hours, if my math is
right. We had already driven six or so and we were trying to sleep
wherever we could in different gas stations, waiting rooms where ever
we could lay our heads. I remember it being a really miserable night
and I remember peeing all over the backseat of my grandpa's car. That
is starting to seem to be some sort of trend, maybe like the mighty
wolf I use urine to mark my territory, not physically but temporally.
I think now as I write this and think about my poor parents and
grandpa (PaPa), and wonder if maybe I was not the one who had the
worst night after all.
