Driving Miss Crazy in meh...

  • Sept. 2, 2016, 2:03 p.m.
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I have a friend that actually we didn’t really become friend friends until a few years ago when she found me on Facebook. Our daughters went to school together and were like best friends until my daughter screwed up that relationship by stealing from her.

We lost touch and I would actually see the friend from time to time. They stopped by my place before we moved and got to see the baby. Last time I heard from her was when her daughter was graduating and my should have been. I didn’t call her back. I don’t know why I didn’t call her back. I think it had more to do with me being sad and embarrassed that my daughter opted out of graduating.

Fast forward a few years, I get a friend request from someone on Facebook. I didn’t recognize the face. The last name yes, but not the first name. “Is this…” I thought and I looked closer. Then I let my internet stalker skills do the rest of the work and realized it WAS her. I accepted her friend request. She is a trucker now, traveling with her puppies and such. She stopped by the office a couple of times and hung out with me. I picked her up to run some errands and go to the farmer’s market one other time. We had a blast.

So she’s been giving me shit on Facebook about the state of my phone and when she found out it was back on, she started leaving these weird sounds. I practically know her number by heart the amount of times I’ve had to call her. She’s been doing some downsizing and gave me a nice amount of books.

Last night, yesterday, she was coming to town and asked for my help. She drives like the HUGE trucks and she had and oil tanker with her. She needed help with something. She wanted to go rent a car, drop the tanker off at a trucking lot. Okay. We can do that. So I met her at the car rental place which is like almost around the corner from my job. I beat her their because she didn’t listen to me when I said she could park her truck at QuikTrip across from the rental place. So she parked at the Home Depot next door. She walked over to the rental place met me there. We get in the car, get her dogs, go to Sonic, where she can’t drive a regular car worth a damn and I messed with her about it. LOL

So we went to Sonic, picked up some food for a trucker friend of hers and bought me a burger to boot, and dropped it off to them. Then went to her truck to get her dogs. Then we went to Ferguson to pick up her mail and meet a male that she was initially trying to set me up with, but I guess he didn’t know that. Because he was apparently going out of town with a chick. And he’s got babies and a big house that intimidated me. LOL So he may be a little bit younger than me, but no thank you. That is a whole lot of complication I’m not willing to deal with right now.

So from there we head back south to get the rig. Let the dogs out to pee and poop. I’m driving at this point because she’s tired and I don’t trust her driving to Ferguson. Her GPS kept pissing me off and she was about to grate on a nerve because she kept talking about me “speeding”. It’s no secret. I’m always speeding. This car/suv/whatever it was (Dodge Journey) was like…it was a smooth ride and I couldn’t tell I was speeding anyway and when I felt I was going slow it was slow. I didn’t like it. So I had to speed. LOL Seriously though, I speed to keep up with the traffic. I am never in a rush.

At any rate, we go to pick up her tanker, then we head to Caseyville, IL. I don’t drive to the East side often so if I get lost that will be like a plague to me. I can fake it but I only had so much gas in the car and no money so…lol I was close behind her. We got to Illinois and went down this rode that was shut down for construction. The fact that she kept going down this street made me wonder about her. So I turned around, she, having a tanker, couldn’t turn around so she had to back up. Which was interrupted by the train that came across the tracks. She turned around in a junk yard and then were on our way again passing by Larry Flynt’s strip club, the Hollywood strip club that the building looked like a not well attended circus and Miss Kitty’s something or other across the way. That shit was funny.

So then I got home, and we parted ways. Went in the house, and just dropped on my bed. The ex has the grandkid because the daughter starts a new job.

The son is good.
I’m good.
The weather is EFFIN SPECTACULAR!

Have a great weekend!

Kindest regards,
Sister


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