You know how every group seems to have dopple gangers , of one another , I recently met mine on a trip to Sinaloa (fab),
Any, who , so there’s like the , the talker , the prude , the ding-bat, and the list maker , you know them ….type A, makes a list for the days of the week assigning chores , must be given two weeks notice for road trips…. but the list maker also servers the purpose of making the reservations , getting full coverage car insurance and having the six page map quest laminated with alternate routs highlighted, before we go any further, I am not the type A, I’m the kid who usually just makes it up as I go along until I reach a fork in the road at which point I play rock paper scissors and end up going in the opposite direction of that wich I originally intended , but that’s ok that works for me , until this last week , you see this last week there was an unprecedented snow storm in my part of the world, icy roads snow , idiot drivers you name it , but my job requires me to get out there when the people are out there, (I work two jobs: one as a substitute teacher, the others a census bureau employee: what you think I’m going to get to my next destination on my good looks and charm?) anyway so because I’m out on the road more, and my two jobs already have me looking like an old school marm , cardigans and all, I figured I should switch my insurance to something that reflects my new senior tastes , so a week goes by , storm hits and a guy hits me on my way to work , yep just slides past the intersection and wham! So I call the cops , highlight of night I assure you, and then I wait for like three days because the guy doesn’t file a claim, so then I have to , then wait , meanwhile at the hotel I’m in has no hot water , and my car does not drive so then I’ m getting rides from two different sets of adoptive parents ( I could have flourished in the days when communes were in vogue) and life is a pain, because for all my marmishness I’m only twenty four , and the state in which I live does not rent to 24 year olds , unless the insurance company does it for them, so I call my insurance ( famous for road side assistance ) and they inform me that I don’t actually have rental , in my policy , great, so my then my brother calls around and finds a lovely young lady , who may have at one time been an actual weather girl, tells me that the only place I can get a rental from her company is currently in El Paso Texas …. at the air port, so I go …. the weather girl lied four hours later after doing my own tom hanks rendition I submit defeat … call a friend and try to take the bus, home … I say try because I did not anticipate needing a plan b , I’m always up for a plan b , but a…. lets just move on… ok…. so I did not have that on my policy … at this point I’m wondering what exactly is covered on my policy, in any case yeah its not that so I go to the bus station the following morning at like five thirty driven by the father fig of my el Paso family (again commune) any ways upon arriving at the bus station I realize that I could probably get MONO just from touching the bag rail,… then I wait get on the bus and for a few blissful minutes I have peace then a guy playing rancheros (THINK POLKA MIXED WITH RAP AS LOUD AS THIS TYPE FACE) music on his phone comes down the aisle… and he sits with me .. and for a tiny little man he really took up a lot of space and nervously chatted with me in spanish … the two-hour bus ride took 3 hours and forty-five minutes, fifteen of those however were a mix of confusion as we drove past my stop , where my bags were dropped off so when I told the driver my mix up … he kindly pulled to the side of the road opened the door and told me to get off …. watch my step ..” a real hum dinger” so when I step off the um… dinger I realize that , I’m in a ditch and the only service station is across four lanes of traffic its almost noon and I’m wearing rubber galoshes a floor length coat a big cavernous everything bag, with everything in it a computer bag, another work computer bag and a cozy blanket for staying toasty in what became a 75 degree day
when my alamo family came, and found me I was sweaty dehydrated , and had zero bars.
hours later I realized I still couldn’t get a car, inventory depleted and all , then I noticed my licence was expired …. have no reservations… but I would advice getting some friends who do.
The moral of this story children is that whenever possible make reservations , have great insurance: car insurance renters , TRAVEL, flood , life, get it all , then live free and be happy.—–P.J.