uh sometime ago... on a wednesday...

So since yesterday marked the ? week anniversary of my first experience with car trouble, I will tell ya'll about it.


We were driving to church. My sister, a friend of ours, and me. (yes, i drive). I can't exactly tell you the location of our church or really the location of anywhere because i am strictly forbidden to do so. ;)
 Anywayss the church is about 30 min to an hour away......
I was driving the stick-shift. (AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH) and we were on a long road with no side roads or places to pull off (if you know me just ask and ill tell you the street). well we were sitting there in traffic just talking then i look at the car in front of me and i see a little puff of smoke coming out of OUR CAR! ahh. I asked my sister(who was in the front seat) "is that coming out of our car? is that really smoke or just a mirage?" she's like "no, thats definitely smoke". at this point i am seconds away from a full fledged panic attack. i've never had one before but i could feel it comin'. I'm like "ohmygosh are you kidding me?!?!?!"
*Que panic attack*
I burst into tears and start literally hyperventilating. my sister is like "sydney, calm down. you HAVE to drive and pull over. you cant just stay here". so through my tears i start the car and drive to a little place where the bus stops to pick up people. we pulled over there. my friend, who lives kinda close, called her mom to come and we called our dad.
Now comes the funny part.
just kidding, there is no funny part to this story.
So we are standing on the side of the road and these are the thoughts going through my head.. "ohgosh, someone is going to stop and "help" us and then kidnap us." "don't stop" "don't stop" "hey, look there's a police officer, surely he's going to stop and help THREE GIRLS" *doesn't stop* "darn".
Plus we couldn't get put hood up because I wasn't going to burn my self, hell-o! we didn't need anymore problems. Luckily this man in a rescue truck stopped and opened our hood. he told us not to touch anything. yes, sir no need to tell me twice. (:
then my sister looks over and there is this man sitting in his car taking PICTURES of US. YES, you read right. PICTURES. oh.my.gosh. that made me so mad. some idiot is sitting in his car, probably blasting the AC and taking pictures of a random BREAKDOWN on the side of the road. they must not have breakdowns in canada. yeah, thats where he was from.
okay, now i WOULD take pictures of an accident if there were helicopters and firetrucks and police cars, but not of just a car and some people. if i did my camera would be full of pictures.
so then my friends mom got there and looked at the car and then my dad got there, i took his car and he poured water in the car and drove it all the way home. NO.PROBLEMS.AT.ALL. i think that car hates me because i have said so many horrible things about it. and refused to drive it.


well anyway we made it to church on time, which was great.


the moral of the story is: don't take pictures of breakdowns because if you ever see the person again, she will probably stomp on your toe.


thanks for reading!
~Sydneyyyy(:


PS at least THREE(3) police officers went past. no one stopped. no one helped. no one did their job. It was like the story of the good Samaritan without having a good Samaritan. Pathetic.