Sun’s Out Gun’s Out
I feel my skin cooking under the burning sun; salt in the breeze further tangling my hair only adding to my frustration. The volunteers line up to try their hand at removing my back seat from two moms, a marine, and a Budweiser fireman. Right around the time crowbars start to be introduced into the conversation I start asking myself “Why? Why did I put the keys in the trunk”?
Spring break my senior year i was ready to take my first solo road trip. I had had this whole trip planned out for weeks with three of my closest friends; Kaylee, Jazlyn, and Fern. The week before I went out and bought a new bathing suit, all of the typical beach necessities, and snacks. Loads and loads of snacks. When the day came I loaded up the trunk with the ice chest and set out at 5:00am in order to achieve optimal beach time. The trip seemed to be running perfectly. The drive up went smoothly, we found parking right by the beach with no hassle, and the weather was perfect.
We were all ready to hit the beach but first we needed to get everything unloaded from the trunk. Then the aesthetics of our …show more content…
Now the first man we called tried to charge us five-hundred dollars to create a copy of my key. Five-hundred dollars? I didn’t even have five-hundred dollars to my name. At that point we told him we wouldn’t be needing his services. Then he tried to bill us seventy-five dollars just for calling him out there. Luckily for us two nearby mothers heard what was going on and came to our rescue, like any good mama bears would, and saved us from the payment. Finally someone called AAA for us to come and help us out of our predicament. Then like a glorious knight in navy blue coveralls, there he was. Nate the Messiah had come to save us from an otherwise horrible fate. He made a second key to open my trunk for only sixty dollars. Given sixty dollars was still pretty steep, it beat the hell out of a five-hundred and seventy-five dollar bill payment for
I feel my skin cooking under the burning sun; salt in the breeze further tangling my hair only adding to my frustration. The volunteers line up to try their hand at removing my back seat from two moms, a marine, and a Budweiser fireman. Right around the time crowbars start to be introduced into the conversation I start asking myself “Why? Why did I put the keys in the trunk”?
Spring break my senior year i was ready to take my first solo road trip. I had had this whole trip planned out for weeks with three of my closest friends; Kaylee, Jazlyn, and Fern. The week before I went out and bought a new bathing suit, all of the typical beach necessities, and snacks. Loads and loads of snacks. When the day came I loaded up the trunk with the ice chest and set out at 5:00am in order to achieve optimal beach time. The trip seemed to be running perfectly. The drive up went smoothly, we found parking right by the beach with no hassle, and the weather was perfect.
We were all ready to hit the beach but first we needed to get everything unloaded from the trunk. Then the aesthetics of our …show more content…
Now the first man we called tried to charge us five-hundred dollars to create a copy of my key. Five-hundred dollars? I didn’t even have five-hundred dollars to my name. At that point we told him we wouldn’t be needing his services. Then he tried to bill us seventy-five dollars just for calling him out there. Luckily for us two nearby mothers heard what was going on and came to our rescue, like any good mama bears would, and saved us from the payment. Finally someone called AAA for us to come and help us out of our predicament. Then like a glorious knight in navy blue coveralls, there he was. Nate the Messiah had come to save us from an otherwise horrible fate. He made a second key to open my trunk for only sixty dollars. Given sixty dollars was still pretty steep, it beat the hell out of a five-hundred and seventy-five dollar bill payment for