The night the Beautiful Bride almost didn’t make it over the hill. But then laughed so hard she almost wet herself.
The Beautiful Bride has been at America’s Mart in Atlanta for the last few days (118 hours but who’s counting…) She and her younger sister Jennifer came home last night, leaving a couple of the Show Offs Art in the ATL to finish up the market. The Beautiful Bride has 48 hours to catch her breath before she heads to Dallas on Wednesday morning for the marker there. (But I’m not pouting about that yet, so let’s not get ahead of ourselves….)
She called me last night on the way home to tell the story of the adventure that she and Jennifer had just had. Seems that she and Aunt Jen can have had a bucketful of adventures in the last couple of days, but the one last night takes the cake.
They were just passing through Chattanooga on the way home, filled up on Olive Garden and Hershey Bar’s they took from the SOA booth when the fun began.
They were headed up the hill, into the darkness that is southeast Tennessee on a winter night when the car began to lurch. Cue the banjo music…
(I am paraphrasing the conversation below, because when The Beautiful Bride recounted it to me, she was laughing so hard I am certain that she wet herself.)
“What’s wrong with the car?” said The Beautiful Bride.
“We’re out of gas,” replied Aunt Jen.
“No we’re not…”
“No seriously, I don’t know how his happened, but we are out of gas.”
Up the hill they went.
Into the darkness
Pull onto the shoulder, hazards on.
Five MPH inching up the hill.
(Can you hear “I think I can, I think I can…)
Then another sound to go with the gas tank going dry…this one like a freight train starting up “Bump…bump…bump…bump.”
Very rhythmic…And then for some reason The Beautiful Bride found humor in this and began to sing along…
Top of the hill…
Crest the hill, and then a bit faster. The car is completely out of gas.
“Wait…there’s light at the exit…just keep going.”
They rumble down the shoulder, and Aunt Jen arm wrestles the now dead car (no power steering) off the exit and points it down the hill towards the somewhat-scary-but-any-port-in-a-storm Kangaroo market.
They make it to the bottom of the heel, Aunt Jen is dragging the steering wheel to the right to take a wide swing into the parking lot and they silently slide up to the pump, tapping the brakes to bring the fuel less wonder to a halt.
“Well, we’re here…”
And they exploded into laughter which was still resonating 30 minutes later when they called.
I think the thing that made me happiest (outside of the fact that they were not squashed like a bug as they moved at 5 MPH on the shoulder of the interstate) is the fact that The Beautiful Bride can laugh at almost any situation. She realizes that sometimes things happen that you can’t control and many times your options are to 1) freak out; or 2) laugh until you nearly wet yourself.
And I am so glad that can nearly wet herself almost any time…