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highlyeccentricIs that lady ok? She's running down the highway in her Pyjamas...
words, said of me, by random customers at the Cabbage Tree Road service station at 7.45 this morning. To make things worse, when i retrieved my keys from mum, and managed to get the whole petrol-filling-up thing under control, the pump was broken and would only give me 1 litre at a time. The petrol station lady sniggered at me.
You see, we had a Plan. Mum would go to work on the 7am bus, being dropped at the bus stop by Dad. I would take Joel shopping and to the orthodontist this afternoon, and then pick mum up from work and we'd all go home like happy little vegemites.
Except it turned out the bus was school days only. So mum rang me to drive her to Nelson Bay Road, to catch the Port Stephens bus. Which we missed, but by that stage we were short of petrol, so we chased it up the road in search of a bus or a petrol station. We overtook the bus when it went into the airport, and so Mum parked me in the service station and raced off to the bus stop. Leaving me in my pyjamas to fill up the car. Which is ok, it's all the rage in Ireland, right?
Except she'd taken off with my car keys. So there's me, leaving the car unlocked, with my teddy dressing gown and purple ugg boots and Marylin handbag, running across the drainage ditch, across Cabbage Tree Road, and partway up Nelson Bay Road, yelling "DIANE" and waving my arms around. Something tells me i looked a little odd.
And then i got halfway home before realising i had no P plates on.
words, said of me, by random customers at the Cabbage Tree Road service station at 7.45 this morning. To make things worse, when i retrieved my keys from mum, and managed to get the whole petrol-filling-up thing under control, the pump was broken and would only give me 1 litre at a time. The petrol station lady sniggered at me.
You see, we had a Plan. Mum would go to work on the 7am bus, being dropped at the bus stop by Dad. I would take Joel shopping and to the orthodontist this afternoon, and then pick mum up from work and we'd all go home like happy little vegemites.
Except it turned out the bus was school days only. So mum rang me to drive her to Nelson Bay Road, to catch the Port Stephens bus. Which we missed, but by that stage we were short of petrol, so we chased it up the road in search of a bus or a petrol station. We overtook the bus when it went into the airport, and so Mum parked me in the service station and raced off to the bus stop. Leaving me in my pyjamas to fill up the car. Which is ok, it's all the rage in Ireland, right?
Except she'd taken off with my car keys. So there's me, leaving the car unlocked, with my teddy dressing gown and purple ugg boots and Marylin handbag, running across the drainage ditch, across Cabbage Tree Road, and partway up Nelson Bay Road, yelling "DIANE" and waving my arms around. Something tells me i looked a little odd.
And then i got halfway home before realising i had no P plates on.
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Date: 2007-07-02 02:26 am (UTC)This is what I was talking about - I don't get stuff like this in my life. Hence the lack of exciting stories. I have boy dramas, but nothing interesting and anecdotal.
I envy you and your pyjamas, Miss.
*snigger*
Date: 2007-07-03 12:15 am (UTC)