Boy am I in for it
For the second time in as many days that I was supposed to work I am not there. Granted, the first time was for sickness, so you can't really fault me there. But after some thought and the events of the evening have played out, I cannot help but wonder what might have happened had I done some things differently tonight.
The plan was to go see Narnia tonight, at 6:40 at M-89. All of us seemed to be running late, but my companions and I were running all the later. I had just gotten on the highway when I noticed a sound I could only imagine was coming from my front left tire. By the time I was able to pull over, sure enough, it was flat, and shredded a bit no less. As I remembered from my previous tire fiasco, there was no spare to be had (though I did have one for my other van back at the house). By some stroke of luck, Jim, er, well, Darcy called to let us know they were running late, too, but when our predicament came to light, they headed back to the house to get the spare tire. After frantic attempts to loosen the lugnuts, as well as some police assistance in giving us flares to keep traffic off our backs, it was finally time to give it up as a bad job. It wasn't going to work.
I called my dad for help on the morrow and he informed me (as I should have guessed, and kind of figured) that the spare tire I had would not fit the current van. He also told me that he would be long in getting here in the morning, having to take care of some things himself beforehand. I called work to let them know that I wasn't coming in. By this point we were at IHOP. My mom called me to look for my AAA card, which I have not put back in my wallet since my return from Japan. She was under the impression that I should get the van towed back to the house in Kentwood tonight and possibly even make it to work or something. I instead decided it best to just wait until the morning to do that, and get to see the movie with my friends. Although I am glad I got to see it, especially enjoying an extra bit of company with my friends, who I won't get to see much of in the next few weeks, I have to admit that I realize how irresponsible it was. I could have, in theory, made it to work had I called AAA and gotten a tow, although it probably would have meant getting there late. I don't think they would have minded too much. I also have probably let my mother down quite a bit. I put my phone on silence while in the movie, and she called more than 20 times. I can only assume that when the calls stopped she was on her way to bed (or else got fed up with trying to reach me).
So here I sit, it's after 1 in the morning, and I have a long night in front of me before I set out back to the van on the highway, where I will wait for AAA to pick me up and tow me back to Kentwood. Sure, it's not when it should have been, and granted, I have messed things up probably more than I even realize right now. But it's what I can do. I'm walking because I know I need some time with God on that walk. It's kind of going to be like a retreat of silence in a way. I can also get some thinking in, and probably will be thankful for the exercise, which is also in a way a punishment. With any luck, I'll make it home just fine. Even if I have to walk.
The plan was to go see Narnia tonight, at 6:40 at M-89. All of us seemed to be running late, but my companions and I were running all the later. I had just gotten on the highway when I noticed a sound I could only imagine was coming from my front left tire. By the time I was able to pull over, sure enough, it was flat, and shredded a bit no less. As I remembered from my previous tire fiasco, there was no spare to be had (though I did have one for my other van back at the house). By some stroke of luck, Jim, er, well, Darcy called to let us know they were running late, too, but when our predicament came to light, they headed back to the house to get the spare tire. After frantic attempts to loosen the lugnuts, as well as some police assistance in giving us flares to keep traffic off our backs, it was finally time to give it up as a bad job. It wasn't going to work.
I called my dad for help on the morrow and he informed me (as I should have guessed, and kind of figured) that the spare tire I had would not fit the current van. He also told me that he would be long in getting here in the morning, having to take care of some things himself beforehand. I called work to let them know that I wasn't coming in. By this point we were at IHOP. My mom called me to look for my AAA card, which I have not put back in my wallet since my return from Japan. She was under the impression that I should get the van towed back to the house in Kentwood tonight and possibly even make it to work or something. I instead decided it best to just wait until the morning to do that, and get to see the movie with my friends. Although I am glad I got to see it, especially enjoying an extra bit of company with my friends, who I won't get to see much of in the next few weeks, I have to admit that I realize how irresponsible it was. I could have, in theory, made it to work had I called AAA and gotten a tow, although it probably would have meant getting there late. I don't think they would have minded too much. I also have probably let my mother down quite a bit. I put my phone on silence while in the movie, and she called more than 20 times. I can only assume that when the calls stopped she was on her way to bed (or else got fed up with trying to reach me).
So here I sit, it's after 1 in the morning, and I have a long night in front of me before I set out back to the van on the highway, where I will wait for AAA to pick me up and tow me back to Kentwood. Sure, it's not when it should have been, and granted, I have messed things up probably more than I even realize right now. But it's what I can do. I'm walking because I know I need some time with God on that walk. It's kind of going to be like a retreat of silence in a way. I can also get some thinking in, and probably will be thankful for the exercise, which is also in a way a punishment. With any luck, I'll make it home just fine. Even if I have to walk.
posted by Bob. @ 01:00
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