Since this is Silly Saturday again... >=)
Last night my daughter got rear-ended on I-4, somewhere between Kissimmee and Orlando, while coming home from college for the weekend. She's fine! (Praise the Lord... must be all those angels I pray to surround her car.) Anyway, as she kept calling and my husband and I were walking her through the process of an accident, we began to pick on her a bit. (I know. You can never imagine me doing anything like that, right?)
As she was waiting, she expressed her concerns about her laptop which was in the trunk, and she couldn't open trunk. I told her to ask the police officers if they had a way to open her trunk, and we could just use bungee cord on it later... and she could have a Hooptie! >=) (Child was not amused.)
She continued to get off the phone, then call us back several times. Each time she called, she had a different concern. She mentioned that when they had all moved from the side of the interstate, to a gas station parking lot, (which made me feel better... Thank you, Orlando police officers!) ...the car was making a weird, scraping sound. I told her a fender was probably scraping a tire. (Officers helped with that) =)
Next call... Daughter (Brittany) is now concerned that "fender" will fall off while driving home. So hubby and I are trying to differentiate drama from real concerns, and asked her what the officers said. She said they told her she "should be able to make it to Daytona if she drove slowly". o.O (What the heck does that mean!?) Through many questions *SIGH!* we determine fender is fine. However, allow me to share the general feel of these conversations...
Me... "If the fender is really loose, and you can easily remove it, just throw it in the back seat." B... (wait for it...) "But then I won't have a license plate!!!!" >.< Me..."Brittany, that's your bumper!" B... "Oh. well what's a fender?" Me... "It's on the side by the tire." B... "Oh...... well shat should I do?"
(Now the fun starts...) Hubby... "Is it dragging on the ground?" B... "NO!" Me... "I'm heading for Wal-Mart right now. Don't worry. We'll get plenty of bungees for your new hooptie" >=)
Now hubby has more questions (God, help us. I know that look on his face.) Mark... "What kind of car is that lady driving?" >=) B... "A stinking Honda, 2009!!" Mark... "Hmm. Not bad." B... "She doesn't have a stinking scatch on that thing and I can't even open my trunk!" (he he he) Mark... "Well, come home and just don't text like that lady was doing when she hit you!" (No. We have no idea if lady was texting. But score points for hubby for tossing that one out there!) Mark... "And I'll go get you a neck collar and some crutches for you to wear for the next 6 months." ...(No, we really couldn't resist... And again, child was not amused.)
OK. Long story short... Brittany made it home safely, but car is in worse shape than we thought. Cop actually mentioned the word "totaled". CRAP!!! Oh, and it DID end up with a bungee cord on the trunk! (That happened when she headed straight for her friend's party before coming home!)
So, just for Brittany; because I'm a very caring and considerate mother, who wants her child to feel better about her hooptie car issues... B! This is for you! (Make sure you listen to these words!! ROFL!)
Yeah baby! B got a hooptie! >=)