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What a Night!
by Deb Preece.
I have been on-line dating for years and my experiences have been everything from instant infatuation to the most horrendous escape out a bathroom window you could possibly have imagined. The one date that comes to my mind was a dance I was meeting a gentleman at whom I had spoken with on line. We had a most wonderful time and after we escaped up into the canyons of Utah for a view of a waterfall and a couple of “smooches”. He took me back to my car (which by the way had just had its breaks done the day before the 50 mile travel to meet my new “beau”).
Driving home, dressed in black hose, red (sexy to say the least) dress and 2 inch heels, I was approaching a light, when all of a sudden the left front tire of my car falls of, sparks are flying everywhere, my car axel is dragging on the ground going 40 miles per hour, and my tire proceeds to roll across the center of the street, across the opposite traffic and down an embankment. I slam on my breaks and for a moment really wondered what had just happened. As I got my wits about me, I opened my door and saw that my tire had actually fallen off my car. Of course, with my deep knowledge of tire and car repair (if it can’t be fixed with a band aid and a pair of high heels, I’m in trouble). I just stood in the middle of University Avenue at 1:30 AM in the morning and started to cry.
To my luck, a car slowed down (after several had passed) and stopped to the side of my car. An older gentleman got out around the age of 65 or so, and looked at my car. His first comments were “Well there young lady, it looks like you have lost a tire!!” DUH, I figured that out already. Not knowing what to do, I was lucky enough to have a younger couple (who had left their church work until hours before Sunday morning and were at a local copy shop, making coloring pages for their class) had also stopped. We all four stood around my car, now wondering what to do. The younger man, walked to the closest open store and called 911, who informed him that there had been a huge upset up one of the canyons and none of the officers were available for something that didn’t include blood or money.
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