As previously mentioned, I was supposed to have a job interview in Memphis yesterday. The operative phrase in that sentence is “supposed to,” which, as you all know, is never a good sign.
I left Wednesday afternoon with plenty of time to make it to Nashville by 4:30-ish to have dinner with my little sister (the sorority little sister, not my biological little sister). I made it to Louisville in the appropriate amount of time. I had just barely made it over the bridge and into Louisville when traffic decided it was cool to just hang out and go really slowly. Because, you know, when there’s a car accident, you have to drive really slow so you can check out the damage, right? And then you can, like, cause a multi-mile backup on 65 South? In ninety degree heat? And cause MY CAR TO OVERHEAT?
I turned off my car, pulled out my owner’s manual, and once traffic moved a little more, I managed to get to the right shoulder, where I sat for about ten minutes. I called my parents and informed them of the situation, and it was decided that I should get off at the next exit, find a gas station or restaurant or something, and just sit and wait. Unfortunately, the exit was for the airport or the convention center, so I opted for the route leading me to the convention center and parked in a hotel parking lot. And I sat in the lobby of said hotel for five hours, since my daddy decided it was the best plan of action for him to come down to Louisville and check things out.
I called my interviewer, rescheduled the interview, called the friend I was going to be staying with, and read about three hundred pages of the book I had with me.
You know what, though? It was kind of fun. And as it turns out, my car just needed some more coolant. I am probably going to get some coolant and stick it in my trunk should something like this happen again — which it WON’T because I never really want to be stranded at a hotel or something like that again. It was fun once. I can guarantee that the second time would probably just make me angry.
So my little car is fine, and I will be renting a car for my interview NEXT Friday. As my mama pointed out, my little eleven-year-old Saturn will probably not appreciate making five hundred mile trips so often, so I’m going to do it a little favor and give it a break. And soon enough, Satty Satty Boo Boo Bear will be moving to Memphis … because this is the job, I know it.
Oh, and please believe my parents will be getting a super awesome Christmas gift this year … and really good breakfast for Father’s Day this weekend. (I have to go all out — I couldn’t do anything for my mama for Mother’s Day weekend, as I was GRADUATING COLLEGE. Nice planning.) They are the best parents in the whole wide world.
