"The Phone Call"
Some back story before we being our 'adventure.' TiaDiva is on vacation next week, and she's 'stay-cationing' this year instead of traveling. TiaDiva, who seems strangely unable to make friends in real life, has a pretty substantial pack of completely devoted, trusting, supporting, online 'cyber-comrades.' These folks are even willing to fly across the country and sleep on our couch for a week just to hang out with her. In fact, the young lady who is staying with us this week (Hi, blogstalker!) is actually the second member of 'the gang' to do so. I'm both amused and slightly baffled by this.
The other thing you need to know is that TiaDiva drives a 1999 P.O.S. Seriously...it's held together with duct tape and silicon glue. It has a long, tangled history of breaking down in random places at the worst times possible. I've already rescued her from multiple parking lots and the side of the highway after midnight SEVERAL times. Just keep this fact in mind.
TiaDiva poked her head into my bedroom last night around 11:00 PM to let me know she was leaving for the airport to pick up her friend who's flight from the west coast was due to arrive at 12:45 AM. I wished her a goodnight, since I was likely to be asleep by the time they got back to Diva-stan.
So you will imagine my...umm...let's go with 'surprise'...when the phone rang at 1:30 AM.
HistoryDiva: "Hello?"
TiaDiva: "You're going to hate me."
HistoryDiva: "Oh?"
TiaDiva: "Yeah. So...I'm at the airport."
HistoryDiva: "Yeah?"
TiaDiva: "And I've picked up (insert the real name of my blogstalker here)."
HistoryDiva: "Yeah?"
TiaDiva: "And...the keys are locked in the car."
HistoryDiva: *silent*
TiaDiva: "I've called one of those 'pop-lock' guys, but he said it would be like three hours before he could get here..."
HistoryDiva: "Uh huh."
TiaDiva: "And...YOU could get here in like half that time..."
HistoryDiva: *groan*
TiaDiva: "I know! I know! And I'm really sorry but you are like the only one and I know you're gonna hate me but if you could just get dressed and drive to the airport and bring me my spare key I would really appreciate it!"
HistoryDiva: "I hate you."
TiaDiva: "I know."
Note to readers: Diva-stan is a 90 minute, 59 mile drive - through downtown ATL...ONE WAY - from the airport TiaDiva is referring to.
HistoryDiva: "You owe me SO big."
TiaDiva: "I know. You're the best!"
So, I drag my poor, tired self out of bed and climb back into jeans and a t-shirt. I put on my shoes, dig around to find Tia's spare key, and about the time I drop the spare in my pocket and head toward the front door the phone rings again.
HistoryDiva: "Yes?"
TiaDiva: "DON'T LEAVE YET!"
HistoryDiva: "Okay....?"
TiaDiva: "We're trying to break into the car! (Blogstalker's real name) thinks she can get us in! So hold on, we're gonna try it and if we can't I'll call you back!"
So I sit down at the kitchen table, pet my very confused cat on the top of his stupid orange head, and begin entering the address for the airport into my trusty GPS...and the phone rings again.
HistoryDiva: "Hmmm?"
TiaDiva: "You know...it's amazing what you can learn from (well know web-browser which starts with a G)!"
HistoryDiva: "You're in the car?"
TiaDiva: "We're in the car! We picked the lock with the antenna!"
HistoryDiva: "Goodnight." *hangs up*
Now...don't you wish your life was as exciting as mine???
TiaDiva: "I've called one of those 'pop-lock' guys, but he said it would be like three hours before he could get here..."
HistoryDiva: "Uh huh."
TiaDiva: "And...YOU could get here in like half that time..."
HistoryDiva: *groan*
TiaDiva: "I know! I know! And I'm really sorry but you are like the only one and I know you're gonna hate me but if you could just get dressed and drive to the airport and bring me my spare key I would really appreciate it!"
HistoryDiva: "I hate you."
TiaDiva: "I know."
Note to readers: Diva-stan is a 90 minute, 59 mile drive - through downtown ATL...ONE WAY - from the airport TiaDiva is referring to.
HistoryDiva: "You owe me SO big."
TiaDiva: "I know. You're the best!"
So, I drag my poor, tired self out of bed and climb back into jeans and a t-shirt. I put on my shoes, dig around to find Tia's spare key, and about the time I drop the spare in my pocket and head toward the front door the phone rings again.
HistoryDiva: "Yes?"
TiaDiva: "DON'T LEAVE YET!"
HistoryDiva: "Okay....?"
TiaDiva: "We're trying to break into the car! (Blogstalker's real name) thinks she can get us in! So hold on, we're gonna try it and if we can't I'll call you back!"
So I sit down at the kitchen table, pet my very confused cat on the top of his stupid orange head, and begin entering the address for the airport into my trusty GPS...and the phone rings again.
HistoryDiva: "Hmmm?"
TiaDiva: "You know...it's amazing what you can learn from (well know web-browser which starts with a G)!"
HistoryDiva: "You're in the car?"
TiaDiva: "We're in the car! We picked the lock with the antenna!"
HistoryDiva: "Goodnight." *hangs up*
Now...don't you wish your life was as exciting as mine???
