Tinkerbell and the Midwest
I am continuing my recent tradition of writing blogs about random topics. Okay folks, here's what's on my mind...
I just returned from a day trip to South Sioux City, NE where I visited Andrew W (aka bro). He is the brother I never had and moved to So. Sioux City after he graduated in May. A visit was way overdue, and I'm so glad I went. (For clarification, don't confuse Andrew W--Bro with Andrew H--My boyfriend, or Andrew L--Julie's boyfriend.) There seem to be many Andrews in my life, but they are all awesome people and very important to me.
Bro and I went to Red Lobster for supper, and laughed through a good deal of dinner. It's what he, Em and I do. We find humor in absolutely everything. So, when the checks were brought to our table, the waiter pulled 2 pens out of his pocket so we could sign our checks. He grabbed a purple fluffy Tinkerbell pen, and a regular pen. Without thinking, he gave the regular one to me and the Tinkerbell to Andrew. We laughed so hard, and then as we looked at the pen closer, we realized that Tinkerbell could have used a bath. She was smudged with mud and who knows what else, but it had us laughing for a very long time.
On my way home, I overestimated the power of my gas tank, and as I was driving in northern Iowa, my gas gauge showed less and less gas. This wouldn't have been such a big deal, but I was in the middle of nowhere I was familiar with, and it was at night. My gas light came on for a while, and I decided I had to pull over at the next small town and figure something out. I was in a bit of a panic as I drove up to a gas station. It was closed, but out of nowhere, a girl drove up in a red car. She looked about my age, and just came over and asked if I needed help with anything. I was talking really fast and very flustered, but she was very calm in return and showed me how to use the "older-type" pump that was there. She waited until I pumped my gas to leave, and told me that if the machine didn't work, the person she was with worked at the gas station, and could get into the store and help me. Seriously, an angel must have been watching over me and sent her there to help me. I don't deserve things like this, but am very thankful for whoever was watching over me. I thanked her repeatedly before driving home. It's those kind of people that makes me want to stay in the Midwest. It seems like people look out for each other. So to the girl who helped me with my car problems tonight, whoever you are and wherever you may be, thank you.
I just returned from a day trip to South Sioux City, NE where I visited Andrew W (aka bro). He is the brother I never had and moved to So. Sioux City after he graduated in May. A visit was way overdue, and I'm so glad I went. (For clarification, don't confuse Andrew W--Bro with Andrew H--My boyfriend, or Andrew L--Julie's boyfriend.) There seem to be many Andrews in my life, but they are all awesome people and very important to me.
Bro and I went to Red Lobster for supper, and laughed through a good deal of dinner. It's what he, Em and I do. We find humor in absolutely everything. So, when the checks were brought to our table, the waiter pulled 2 pens out of his pocket so we could sign our checks. He grabbed a purple fluffy Tinkerbell pen, and a regular pen. Without thinking, he gave the regular one to me and the Tinkerbell to Andrew. We laughed so hard, and then as we looked at the pen closer, we realized that Tinkerbell could have used a bath. She was smudged with mud and who knows what else, but it had us laughing for a very long time.
On my way home, I overestimated the power of my gas tank, and as I was driving in northern Iowa, my gas gauge showed less and less gas. This wouldn't have been such a big deal, but I was in the middle of nowhere I was familiar with, and it was at night. My gas light came on for a while, and I decided I had to pull over at the next small town and figure something out. I was in a bit of a panic as I drove up to a gas station. It was closed, but out of nowhere, a girl drove up in a red car. She looked about my age, and just came over and asked if I needed help with anything. I was talking really fast and very flustered, but she was very calm in return and showed me how to use the "older-type" pump that was there. She waited until I pumped my gas to leave, and told me that if the machine didn't work, the person she was with worked at the gas station, and could get into the store and help me. Seriously, an angel must have been watching over me and sent her there to help me. I don't deserve things like this, but am very thankful for whoever was watching over me. I thanked her repeatedly before driving home. It's those kind of people that makes me want to stay in the Midwest. It seems like people look out for each other. So to the girl who helped me with my car problems tonight, whoever you are and wherever you may be, thank you.
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