It was a dark and foggy night……
He offered her a ride home. She said yes. After they were in the car, he wanted to go to his house. She didn’t. He said yes. She said no. He said “get out”. He stopped the car in the middle of nowhere, in the middle of the night, in the middle of dense fog. No big deal, right? She knew where she was, and had her cell phone. “I’ll just call 9-1-1 and get help!”
“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?”
“yak yak yak, story story story”
“Where are you?”
“yak yak yak, story story story”
Well, she wasn’t where she said she was! She thought she was on a certain avenue, just past the light, between Sultana and Orosi. The deputies went to the spot where she said she was. Oops, she wasn’t there. Now she’s getting worried. It’s cold. It’s damp. It’s the middle of the night in the middle of nowhere! She can’t see anything but fog and orange trees. The deputies are looking where she said she was, blasting their sirens, checking everywhere. She can’t hear the sirens, doesn’t see any cop cars, and still has no clue. She’s wandering around at 2am in the fog with a cell phone that’s not telling us her GPS location. She FINALLY finds a mailbox, but it only lists numbers, not the street name! This narrows it down to about a dozen country roads, but we ever diligently track her down. 2 miles from where she thought she was. During the argument about where they were going, she missed a 90 degree left turn, and 2 miles of road. After we found her, she got a ride home, a lecture about picking rides, and a happy ending.
We’re good.
