I forgot to write about an incident that happened on March 4, 2011. Well, maybe it isn’t so much that I forgot. It was slightly embarrassing and hard to convey without photographic proof, so I let it slip out of my mind for a while.
At 10:00 am I left my house to go to my grandfather’s funeral in Atlanta, Georgia. My flight was at noon and my friend had offered to let me park at her hotel near the airport and catch the free shuttle.
Instead of exiting at Mannheim road, I nearly missed the exit and quickly pulled over to the area that is designated “Mud Trap” on the map below, thinking I could just cut across that little triangle of dirt and continue on my merry way.
Unfortunately, days of rain had created a mud pit that immediately sunk my car 4 inches deep. I tried using pieces of cardboard under the wheels, used a snow shovel, turned my wheel in every direction…nothing worked. I called AAA for roadside assistance…30 minute wait, minimum. I was getting worried that I was going to miss my flight.
After a while, a gentleman stopped to assist. He was wearing a very nice suit. He told me to turn the wheel a certain way and hit the gas…and promptly splattered him with goopy, side-of-the-road mud. I apologized profusely. of course. Finally a couple of taxi drivers stopped, and the three guys pushed my car onto drier land.
All I had to offer as thanks was some banana bread. The gentlemen refused my offer. One of the rough looking taxi drivers said with his thick Chicago accent:Â “Honey, I’m on Jenny Craig!”
I zoomed to my friend’s hotel and told the story to the employees while I waited for the shuttle, covered up to my knees in mud and with mud all over my hands. I made it through airport security (they were baffled at my appearance) and had to wash my boots off in the bathroom by my gate. I made my flight (just barely).
The inside and outside of my car were mud-infused, and I had to get my car detailed twice before all of the mud was removed from the seats. I am still trying to get my boots clean. I truly wish I had photos, but all I could think was that I could not miss my flight.
Next installment: the flight home.
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Incredible. My deepest sympathies, S.
My sympathies, again, about your grandfather. I remember when you told me the mud story and I can’t BELIEVE you made it in time!!! The Jenny Craig thing cracked me up. <3
I have a feeling your grandpa was smiling at you covered in mud. What a story!
Hahaha! The mud trap! The picture you added was hilarious! You took the time to actually write captions we could all see where you got trapped, and it was Fo Real, yo!
I am deeply sorry about your grandfather. I hope the funeral was a chance for everyone to say goodbye and wish him well in the next realm.
My condolences — I know it’s belated. I haven’t been here in a while….. I know you were close to him and I’m sure it was a painful time, even without the stress of roadside adventures. May joy surround him in the next world, and may his assistance always be there as you continue the work of the Kingdom together.
thank you, everyone. 🙂