Liz Erk (lizerk) wrote,
Liz Erk

"Happy Thanksgiving and thank you for calling Triple A."

The last thing I expected to be doing on Thanksgiving was sitting here at my parents' and waiting for a tow truck. Yet, here I am.

Last night Mike came to my grandfather's wake, which meant a lot to my parents and grandmother. Mike went to my grandparents' several times last year to visit, so my grandfather and grandmother got to know and adore him. When he walked through the door I almost started crying (for what probably was the 8th or 9th time that day) because I'd spent a taxing 8 hours at the funeral home by that point. (Poor ssejooz and Robyn, I think I called to chat with them about 4 times during the day)

It was a relief to see someone besides family I hadn't seen in several years. The first thing he did was gather me up in his arms. Then he offered his condolences to my grandmother, who was so happy to see him.

After the wake was over, Mike took me for ice cream and then we went to his mother's house so I could say "hi." He modeled a cute hat he had gotten recently and, of course, his mother took a picture of us:

(we both got a chuckle out of our matching "wake attire")

After that we met up with a few of his friends for drinks:

At about 12:00 a.m. we left and Mike drove me to my parents' house. I was thoroughly exhausted, but certainly felt a lot better than I had several hours prior.

Once we got to my parents' he walked me inside, I explained the route he needed back to the highway and we said good night. I then went up to get my pajamas and was surprised to feel my phone vibrating a couple minutes later. It was Mike.

"What, you're lost already?" I asked.

"Look out your window," he said flatly.

I went to the front door. It was pitch black, except for his head lights. For a split second I wondered why the driveway lights were off, but then I wondered why his car was much closer to the house than it should have been at the bottom of the driveway.

"Why are you on the lawn?" I asked, puzzled.

"I couldn't see a damn thing while I was backing up. I went off the driveway and I slid. Now I'm completely stuck."

Uh oh. I looked at my watch. It was almost 2:00 a.m.

"I'll be right out," I said, then hung up.

Once I got down the driveway I started laughing. I couldn't help it. His car was perfectly parallel with the driveway and his back bumper rested against the lamp post. For whatever reason the motion sensitive lights weren't on.

"See?" he said.

We tried to get the car out, but to no avail. Mike ended up having to spend the night until we could ask my Dad for help in the morning.

I woke up with the dogs around 7:00 and took them out. I tried to resist the urge, but... I went back in and got my camera.

My Dad woke up a short time later. Boy was he surprised when I greeted him with the news of Mike's unique parking space. Both he and my sister tried to help push and get Mike out. We even used pieces of carpet. No luck.

Mike was getting worried because his NYPD shift was due to start a short while later. I told him to just take my car and not worry about it. I didn't need to drive until tomorrow evening.

And here I sit, waiting for AAA. Whee!!

Poor Mike... I guess I passed the "Oh-My-God-Why-Is-This-Happenning" Torch to him.

Happy Thanksgiving, eh?

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