How is it that crazy stuff always happens wherever I go? Do I have a magnet that draws crazy in to the path I travel? Take today for instance, typical day out, taking the kids to the splash park. As we were loading up the van to leave, Garrett was waiting to change his clothes, when the wind caught my door and blew it in to the Durango beside us. I looked and there was a tiny scuff that would easily rub off so I went about my business. (most likely dirt from our van)
Pretty soon a large teen male who was with the group (who appeared to be some sort of enforcer) starts circling the car. Inspecting the Durango beside me, he pats a large dent on the side of it that my van door hit. He looked at me like "yep.. Insurance time..yeeaaaauuh". Now, my door did hit theirs but no way it left that dent! That dent was far too high and was not consistent with a door ding. They probably saw us coming a mile away and were about to blame us for something that obviously happened before they got there and make our insurance fix it!
He just kept circling us giving us the stink eye. Things were starting to get tense. I was urging Garrett to hurry and get dressed because I could feel at any moment things were about to get nasty. These were the kind of people that we couldn't "talk things through with). I could see this situation could easily headline Muskogee Mugs tomorrow. Garrett was STILL trying to wiggle his wet body in to his dry clothes as I held a Mario towel for privacy. HURRY!!!! (incidentally the wind caught the towel and Garrett pretty much flashed the water park). Luke had loaded everything up and was keeping an eye on the LARGE group of people about to get "notified" by the enforcer. Luke was getting a bit nervous, and told Garrett to hurry (again). It seemed like an eternity!!!! Just then, I looked up and saw the "enforcer" pointing to our van then to the Durango as he approached the group.
Luke hollered, "just get in the car Garrett.. NOW, we gotta go, NOW". So Garrett jumps in half undressed. I slammed his door and jumped in the front. As I am trying to get the door shut, Luke is backing out. Our van was in total disarray. Kids screaming, tires squealing...I looked up to see the matriarch of the group exclaim, "What the &$@@", careful not to disconnect from her cell phone that she had been talking on the ENTIRE time at the park (about someone's, sister in laws, baby cousin.. Or something like that). She was in a fury. All I saw was fake nails, cell phones,cigarettes, and braids flying at us as Luke peeled out of the water park. Mario towels and t shirts flying out the window as I attempted to get the door closed. It was madness. But luckily, we got away from there before things too got ugly. Pretty crazy. Now, we are on our way back to safety in our tiny community (though eyeballing the rear view mirror) with a sound reinforcement of why we never want to live in Muskogee. Whew...
Lol!!! You ARE a magnet. Fo sho!!
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