Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring . . .
"He's not answering. He's such a deep sleeper, he probably won't wake up."
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring . . .
"Maybe try FaceTiming him," Emily suggested. "It will make a different noise, and maybe that will wake him up."
Bring bring, bring bring, bring bring . . .
"I'm going to pull off the highway. I don't like that sound - I just know it isn't right - so I'll pull off and turn it off and let it sit for a little bit. Maybe that will help. But keep trying. Maybe through Facebook? Can't you call through there now?"
As the signal light blinked on and off, the silence was noticeable. Where, five minutes earlier, you could hear the sound of two voices trying to sing along to Mariah Carey's anthem, All I Want for Christmas Is You, now there was nothing. All ears were tuned to the engine and the noise it was making.
"That definitely doesn't sound right. Just make it off the exit. I don't want to hit the gas anymore - that noise keeps coming and going, but now it is definitely happening more. Try Sean one more time."
As the car approached the blinking red light at the end of the exit ramp, the noise got louder and more frequent.
"Oh, that car better not be going straight, because I'm not stopping for this light!"
The car, luckily, turned onto the on ramp for the highway. The little silver Honda chugged along and, in the middle of the intersection, flashed all her lights in one last burst of energy . . . and coasted to a stop along the side of the road, completely dead.
Steam rose from the hood. The two young women looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, isn't that just perfect. What the hell!"
A phone call to AAA (and Dad).
A few more attempts to Sean (no luck).
A friendly small town police officer.
Guy, the tow-truck . . . guy.
Fifteen minutes warming up in the back of a police car - one thing checked off a bucket list.
A long ride home, recapping the events of the night.
Lots of wondering how best to break it to Sean that he had slept through the emergencies he was always so prepared for.
Trouble doesn't always have to have a sad ending.
"He's not answering. He's such a deep sleeper, he probably won't wake up."
Ring ring, ring ring, ring ring . . .
"Maybe try FaceTiming him," Emily suggested. "It will make a different noise, and maybe that will wake him up."
Bring bring, bring bring, bring bring . . .
"I'm going to pull off the highway. I don't like that sound - I just know it isn't right - so I'll pull off and turn it off and let it sit for a little bit. Maybe that will help. But keep trying. Maybe through Facebook? Can't you call through there now?"
As the signal light blinked on and off, the silence was noticeable. Where, five minutes earlier, you could hear the sound of two voices trying to sing along to Mariah Carey's anthem, All I Want for Christmas Is You, now there was nothing. All ears were tuned to the engine and the noise it was making.
"That definitely doesn't sound right. Just make it off the exit. I don't want to hit the gas anymore - that noise keeps coming and going, but now it is definitely happening more. Try Sean one more time."
As the car approached the blinking red light at the end of the exit ramp, the noise got louder and more frequent.
"Oh, that car better not be going straight, because I'm not stopping for this light!"
The car, luckily, turned onto the on ramp for the highway. The little silver Honda chugged along and, in the middle of the intersection, flashed all her lights in one last burst of energy . . . and coasted to a stop along the side of the road, completely dead.
Steam rose from the hood. The two young women looked at each other and burst out laughing. "Well, isn't that just perfect. What the hell!"
A phone call to AAA (and Dad).
A few more attempts to Sean (no luck).
A friendly small town police officer.
Guy, the tow-truck . . . guy.
Fifteen minutes warming up in the back of a police car - one thing checked off a bucket list.
A long ride home, recapping the events of the night.
Lots of wondering how best to break it to Sean that he had slept through the emergencies he was always so prepared for.
Trouble doesn't always have to have a sad ending.
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