Alright where to begin... I could look at this weekend as a very negative, crappy, hellish ordeal. When it rains it pours, but you have to have rain to have a rainbow. This weekend I have cried, and been soo mad I wanted to scream, but now that I have had time to calm down and everything is resolved I can't help but laugh about my unique life and write about it! If you know me or read my blog, you know that I have a problem of locking my keys in my car. It usually happens when I have a lot on my mind and I just start going through motions without processing because my brain is on overload. Well this was indeed the case on Friday night. I was kind of having a bummer of a day and had not been feeling good the day before. So to take out some frustrations I turned to the one guy who takes away my worries and makes me feel better. He is better know as GYM and I will write about our love in another post. Anyways so I go over to GYM'S house and go for a run and by the end of our run I am feeling a bit better about my day. So I jump in my car and drive home, this is about 11 at night, and lucky for me it was butt freezing cold. So I am not thinking and I get out of my car to go inside and forget my keys as I lock the door behond me. I don't have a spare so I already know the only option is to call a locksmith. You would think I would have a loyalty punch card by now, in fact that is not a bad idea to ask for one. Anyways. I stand outside for about 45 minutes freezing my tatas off while I wait for the guy to come. He takes about 5 minutes to open the door and I thank the man for his time and pay him more money then I spent on my whole family combined for Christmas. He in return decides to remind me I have his number and should give him a call. I smile and think mmmm... Listen, if you would have unlocked my car for free I mightwould have taken one for the team, but sir I think I have given you enough tonight . Then I run up to my apartment before anything else disastrous can happen. Well I woke up late for work this morning and had time to brush me teeth and throw on a sweater. I was feeling pretty lucky because I made it to work on time but I still kind of had a chip on my shoulder from the night before. Right after work I had a wedding reception so I ran home and changed and drove downtown. I of course get lost, which is completely stupid because I not only have I lived here for a year but SLC is soo simple its impossible to get lost. Only I can figure out how. The reception was fun. It was soo good to see all my old Paul Mitchell girls and laugh. So I leave the reception and get back on the freeway. I had planned on stopping at Costco to get some gas, but apparently my car had other plans because I was about a mile away from the exit and my car starts to slow down and I have about a minute to get over 4 lanes of busy traffic before it is dead. I am soo grateful Erika was out and about with her mom because I was able to call them to come save me. As I was waiting and bawling about my sad life a cop pulls up behind me. I always get nervous when there is a cop. I think I watch too may You tube videos about old ladies getting tasered. Anyways so he comes up to my window to see what is wrong, and I explain my situation. He tells me to get out of the car, and I am thinking oh shiz. He is going to tell me that I should have known better then to let my car run out of gas and tell me to put my hands on the car and everyone in the SLC Valley is going to witness me getting frisked. Alright so I might have been a little bit over dramatic. So I get out and go over to his car and he says okay get in and I will take you down to the gas station to get some gas. He was SOO nice! So I called Erika but she was already on her way. So the cop tells me to get in the back seat and stay with him until help gets there because it was freezing cold and my car was dead. I crawled in kind of slow expecting there to be bars or glass between the front and back seat but it was just a normal car. I laughed and thought soo.. this is what it feels like to be in the back seat of a cop car... nice. I was there for about 30minutes before Erika came with the gas. I thanked the cop for being soo nice and went on my merry little way. So this weekend I learned that I need to buy a car with keyless entry, don't drive when the gas light comes on, and mark sitting in the back of a cop car off my bucket list.
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