Warning: Long read
Well, I'm on my way home (out to Ness Lake way out in the boonies) from my girlfriend's, and it's a bit late. So I'm feeling a little drowsy, shaking my head and what not to keep alert. I was getting a little worried, but not too bad. Anyways, in my not perfect state of awareness, and with the crappy headlights on my crappy car, a HUGE pothole manages to sneak up on me.
Talk about rude awakening. My car almost bounced. Well, I was feeling alert now.
Passing the pothole, I put my foot back on the gas to get back up to speed. Hmm... No acceleration. In fact, I'm decelerating. Oh great! The engine stopped on me. So I bring her to a stop and try to start up again. No good. She turns over, but it just sputters to a stop right afterwards. Somehow, a pothole killed the engine of my car. Great. Time to visit the friendly locals and use the phone to find a lift home.
I start walking down the nearest driveway, but it's pitch black, really long and curvy and there was no house in sight. No lights anywhere. I couldn't even see my hands. I was a hundred percent sure I wasn't going to be able to find the house, nevermind the front door. Great. So, I walk back up to my car, pop it in neutral and roll down the driveway so I can see.
So I see this kinda creepy little house, it looks like the house from Amityville horror, with the eyes and everything, except it's a log house. I go up, knock on the door. I hear a dog bark and a lady shushes the dog. Light upstairs turns on. That's it. I wait a few minutes. Knock again. No response. I call out. Nothing. Apparantly no one is going to answer. Great.
Right as I realise I'm not going to get a response, a car drives by on the road (This is the first car in an hour). I run as fast as I can up the driveway to catch them but it's too late. I should have just waited on the road for traffic.
Well, it's 3:30 in the morning now and I decide that I'm going to have to spend the night in my car, and I'll wave down someone heading to town in the morning. I jump in my car and get as comfy as I can. 15 minutes later, a truck pulls down the driveway. I'm thinking "Yay! The guy who lives here got home, I can get help!"
Nope. As it turns out, the guy is a rather grumpy local crimewatch member. I learn that there is a lady in the house and apparantly I've scared the bejesus out of her and she called someone from crimewatch to help her. I explain to the guy that my car is broken down and I'm stuck here and that, no, I'm not a crazy axe murderer. He forced me to try to start my car before he beleived me.
So, after I explain my situation, this guy coaxes the lady out (which takes a few minutes) and he explains to her and finally I get to use the phone. I call up a friend, Jon, and ask him to come pick me up. I tell the people there I'll get my car towed in the morning, and then the crimewatch guy gives me a lift to the local firehall where there is some light so Jon will be able to see me standing on the side of the road.
As the guy leaves, it starts raining. Hooray. So now I'm sitting here in the pouring rain, waiting for a lift. After about 20 minutes, a car that looks suspiciously like my friends car zooms by. It doesn't even slow down so I assume it isn't him. Later on the same car zooms by in the other direction. Now I'm pretty sure it was him and he didn't see me, I sit and wait hoping he'll turn around and make another pass. No such luck (with the way things are going, that isn't surprising).
After waiting a total of 45 minutes in the pouring rain, I decide to walk down the road to a house of someone I know. This takes about 15 minutes, but not that bad. I get there and wake them up. Murray (the man of the house) tells me he's heading to town at 6, so he'll give me a ride then. So I have a 45 minute nap (that's right, I got there at quarter after 5 in the morning) and we head to town. He drops me off at the Tim Horton's up in the Hart, where I get an X-Large coffee and call a cab to give me a ride the rest of the way home.
My plan is to get home and borrow my dad's truck to get to work (with no sleep, but whatever - I was determined to work that day because I wanted Thursday off). After a $30 cab ride home, I take another half hour hour nap before waking up to get to work. My sister in law's van is parked behind the truck, but no one is home. I look around for the keys to get into the van to move it. Nuh Uh. Of course, they happen to be at her house all the way out in Beaverley. Unnaccessible. I notice the back window of the van is open. Yes! I can break into the van from the back window, pop it into neutral, move the van, jump into the truck and get on my merry way!
Nope. I can't take the vehicle out of park without the keys.
I was starting to get a little irritated now.
So I call work and tell them that I'm stuck and won't be able to get in. They were pretty ok with it, because work was slow, which is the first good news all day.
Ok, so now I've got to call the tow truck and get the car back home. I screw around on the computer to pass time. A few hours later, the truck rolls in. For some reason unknown to me, between the time when I left the car and the truck got there my rear left tire has gone completely flat. This means that the tow truck had to put my car onto dollies instead of towing the car on it's wheels. More expensive, yay!
So, $130 later, I'm done. I'm sitting on my sofa, completely in awe of how much could happen all in one night. Well thanks, for listening to my story, I'm done.
"Why do people say "As fun as a barrel of monkeys?" If you were thrown into a barrel full of screaming bloodthirsty monkeys, it wouldn't be very fun at all"
Screw this I'm going skiing