5:38am
The phone rings, waking me up out of a REM state sleep. I bang my knee staggering through the dark to get to the phone - all the while praying it's not the CHP calling to tell me Barry (henceforth to be referred to as "The Hub") has been in an accident.
5:38 1/2am
I answer and The Hub tells me that the Jetta has broken down while on his way to work. I bang my knee staggering back to the bed in the dark. Not really sure why I felt the need to go back to the bed. It was cold and dark I guess.
5:39am
After saying some things my mother would not approve of about our tiny bedroom and lack of space, I gather from The Hub that he's stranded at a gas station in Los Gatos and I need to go pick him up and get him to work.
5:40am
I bang my knee staggering back out of bed for the last time today in an attempt to make it to the coffee maker (insert pit stop at the toilet here).
5:40 1/2am
The cat immediately starts howling because - gasp - she can see the bottom of her bowl. Note: there is food in the bowl, she just panics when she sees the bottom. She's got issues. I kick the cat. (metaphorically speaking, of course)
5:45am
Coffee is in the travel mug and a sweatshirt has been thrown on over my PJ's. I head out into the dark, rainy morning in my slippers. The Hub calls AAA to have the Jetta picked up.
5:45-6:10am
I brave the scalding hot coffee while driving Hwy 17 in the dark and rain. Mostly out of concern for the safety of other drivers on the road with me; the uncaffeinated-bruised-knee-bad-night-visioned driver.
6:10am
I arrive at the gas station at the same time as the tow truck. The Hub is on the phone with someone from work. Apparently today is not a good day to be late to work...
6:25am
The tow truck driver informs The Hub that he cannot take the car to the shop without an escort since they are likely not open yet. By this time, I am sufficiently coherent (thanks to the scalding hot coffee). Enough so that I am able to compute that this lovely little piece of information means that I didn't even need to drive out there afterall since The Hub would have had to come back to Scotts Valley with the car. Sidenote: Home to Scotts Valley = 3 1/2 miles. Home to Los Gatos = 26miles.
6:25 1/2am
Rather than saying more things my mother would not approve of, I turn on KLOVE and listen to a song - any song - just so I don't either pitch a fit or break down in tears. I'm not a morning person.
6:35am
I am back on the road following the tow truck with my passenger (The Hub). He's messing around with his DROID trying to find a rental car in Scotts Valley. Noone opens until 8:00.
7:05am
While waiting in the parking lot of the repair shop, trying to stay out of the way of the tow truck, some guy flips me off because I made it a little difficult for him to get to some other random driveway he needed to get down. Good morning to you too Mr. Grumpy-pants.
7:15am
The car is unhitched, the tow driver takes off and me and my passenger drive 3 1/2 miles home to drop me off and find a rental car for myself.
7:27am
I walk through the front door and proceed to step right into a steamy pile of dog poo. After saying some more things my mother wouldn't approve of, I clean myself and the carpet up while trying not to vomit up the coffee burning a hole in my stomach.
7:30am
I kick the dog. (metaphorically speaking, of course)
8:15am
Hertz rental car confirmed for pick up at 10am. $116 for 2 days?!?!?! For Petes sake!
8:55am
I call Ashley to ask her if she can pick me up and drop me at the rental office in Scotts Valley. She can't. She's at work. She doesn't work on Tuesdays. Apparently just this week.
8:57am
I've planned out my bus route to get the 3 1/2 miles from home to Scotts Valley to the Hertz office. The bus stop is 1/2 mile away from my house.
9:05am
I'm dressed and ready to walk to the bus stop. It's raining. My umbrella is in the Honda. The Honda is in Fremont with The Hub.
9:06-9:25am
I scrounge up an old, broken umbrella that I have to hold open at the top and make my way down to the bus stop. I have a blood blister on my thumb by the time I get there. My knee still hurts.
9:34am
The bus is here. I get on. I feed my $1.50 into the machine and the driver informs that he's not going to Scotts Valley. This is the 35A bus, not just the plain old 35that goes through Scotts Valley on its way to Santa Cruz. The conversation proceeds in such a manmer that by the time it's over I feel like a complete idiot, the bus driver has succeeded in making himself feel like a big smarty-pants, and all the highschoolers on the bus are snickering.
9:35am
I get off the bus.
9:37am
The bus is here. I get on. I ask the driver if he's going to Scotts Valley. He says he is. I feed my $1.50 into the machine and take a seat. It will take approximately 30 minutes to get 3 1/2 miles.
10:00am
I get off the bus and walk the 1/4 mile to the Hertz office. The car is not ready, she says. Actually, its in Santa Cruz and I have to wait for it to be driven in to Scotts Valley. I wait.
10:25am
The car is here. I've suffered through the Hertz representative trying to sell me every little thing under the sun so I can drive this car 10 miles to school and 10miles back. No, no and no. Thank you very much.
10:27am
I'm on my way home. In my cute little Sea Green Toyota Corolla. It's not raining anymore. My sunglasses are in the Honda. The Honda is in Fremont with The Hub. I sneeze 5 times.
10:31am
I'm home (again). No poop. No howling cat. They can come out of hiding now. I will not be kicking anyone. I sit down at the computer and compose my first ever blog post.
11:40am
Today is the first day of my Sauce class. Lord, I sure hope I make it there in one piece! My knee still hurts.
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