Tricia's Partial Mutterings

Picture Perfect

Well yesterday there were TONS of times I hugely wished I had a camera phone to capture what was around me.

The day started off with me picking up Brandon and heading out to Riverside to help my dearest Liz move from Redlands into her new place. We beat Liz to the new place so we decided to go and get something to eat. Well this is where the first adventure started. This might get me in a little bit of trouble so anyone who talks to mom and dad... ahem... Jenny, Nikki, and Michael... keep quiet! I took the truck out there... no big deal, my mom already expects it to come back without any gas and I think my dad filled it up right before they left because of that reason. Anyway, back to the story. As we were driving along looking for food I spotted a Taco Bell, good enough for a 11am breakfast right? Somehow I missed the right parking lot. I look back at the street and now there was a car accident right in the way of the right parking lot entrance. There was a little grass medium between the parking lot I was in and our destination. Well... that was the only thing standing between me and food.

I was actually on the phone as well with my cute Frogger. So from both sides I was getting a little egged on... just do it... you're in a truck. Well needless to say they won and i went over the two-foot grass strip. Well I don't think the guy at the paint store liked it very much because when I was maneuvering into the drive thru I could see him staring at me and yelling don't drive across the grass. Blah blah blah.

Anyway, we get in line and make fun of the guy in the accident because of his Pokemon/Digimon hairdo. God, I don't know which was worse, his hair or the car accident! It was great. The chick working the drive thru was scarily bubbly for the morning and I think was the whitest sounding person I have ever heard working at Taco Bell in my life. Well we get our food and start to head out, accident still blocking the road, no one wanting to let me out, and now the cops show up.

Hmmm... what's the paint guy walking over to the cops and pointing at me for? *Cough*crap*cough* Me desperately trying to merge into traffic halfway in the first lane... tap, tap, tap... "you need to backup and go talk to that guy about the damages you made to the grass!" $#@!(& I told you Brandon that they were coming for me! So I backup and go talk to the paint guy. "Man, I didn't think that they were going to pull you over." Yah thanks genius. So I stand there listening to the dude give me a lecture. I think he was like maybe 5 years older than me, lighting up a cigarette. Workin hard there dude. Well there might be a bill in the mail if I ran over the sprinklers. I think I'll take my chances. He got my plate, so it virtually sounds like more work than it would really be worth... But the best part... hahaha... as I was leaving what did I do? I backed up and put one back tire up a curb... me dying laughing, Brandon dying laughing, the paint guy shaking his head and laughing, and Frogger still on the phone laughing. It was classic!

Moving went pretty smoothly. Liz had Jorge, her sister Mel, her roommate Mel, Mel's boyfriends little brother and her boyfriend's best friend, and then me and Brandon. She had a U-Haul so we really only had to make one big trip for all the big stuff. I wasn't the only bad driver though. Jorge trying to get the U-Haul in the open space at the car port... I'm sure you can all guess what happened. As he was pulling forward to give him room so he could back into the other spot... BANG... he went too far forward and nailed the front carport... Liz yelling, "STOP!" He just forgot how high the U-Haul was. Then as he backed up... "dude Brandon, I don't think he's going to make it." "Sure he will." "Keep cranking it." CRASH... he took out MAJOR chunks of the top of the tile on the carport. It looked like we dropped 18 potted plants on the ground. Liz had enough of that and kicked him out of the truck and moved it herself. It was great.

Anyway, you had better live there for a long time Liz, because moving from the second floor to the third floor takes a lot of love!

Posted by tricia at February 22, 2004 03:40 PM