The Wandering Workentins

The Wandering Workentins ~ Ron & Ali: God loving, couple with two great sons, two delightful daughters-in-loves and five wonderful grandchildren, Max, Opal, Christopher, Treyson and Alexander. Following the Lord wherever He leads. Travel along with us as we visit family, friends, work wherever He lands us all the while trusting Him every step of the way. We enjoy meeting new people and seeing new things along life's journey.



Tuesday, November 25, 2008

So you do your kid a favor!

So I am driving to work this morning when my cell phone rings. It is Jamie, the conversation goes like this:

Jamie (J) - what are you doing today Mom?

Alice (A) - I am heading to work at Northwood, why?

J - because Suzanne's car is in the shop and Opal has a doctor's appointment that we need to go to Bellingham and my little sports car can't take all three of us.

A - well, do you want to use the suburban? You can bring me your car at the church and we will just trade vehicles so you can go to the appointment.

J - OK, see you in a few minutes.

I go to work at Northwood. A little while later Jamie arrives. We trade keys, I ask "are there any tricks with your car?"

J - none that I know of. Oh yeah, you need to use the remote to unlock/lock the door.

A - OK, good luck at the appointment. I will meet you back at the C Shop.

J - OK, love ya

A - love you too!

So I get back to the stuff that needs to be finished at Northwood. Walk out to Jamie's little Honda Del Sol (remember I drive a huge Chevy Suburban) and try to get in. First I hit my head on the inside roof of the car then fall promptly into the seat of the car - feels like it is only 5" from the ground! Can't get the thing in reverse, luckily the car parked in front of me left the parking lot. I drive all of maybe a mile from the church to the post office. Turn left on Harrison, come to a stop because a car is backing up and BANG! a different car backing up hits Jamie's car. I pull forward into a parking spot and this young mom gets out of the car ready to break into tears. She screams "are you OK?" I reassure her, tell her no need to cry, asking if she has insurance - yes she does. We exchange information and all I can think about is "Jamie is going to have my head! I get back in the car, oh I forgot - I couldn't get the darn car to shut off so it has been running the whole time the other driver and I are talking.

I back out, drive around the corner to the drive up mail boxes and stretch as far as I can reach (remember the car is only 5" off the ground and how high is the mailbox opening?) trying to put in 17 envelopes (mailing out the bulletins like a good secretary does) and what happens - 4 envelopes slowly fall to the ground - SO I pull forward in the car and try to dislodge myself from the seatbelt and seat. As I turn to crawl out of the car, another car pulls up behind me and the gal jumps out and says "I will get them for you." I yell "thanks!" and put myself back in the car, hitting my head! I am beginning to hate that cute little car.

As I drive back to the C Shop I keep wondering what is Jamie going to say. How hard is it to drive a little sports car? I ponder how the conversation might go - nothing sounds too good. A little while later, Jamie pulls into the parking lot by the C Shop - thank goodness he pulled in on the driver's side. I have a few second reprieve. I walk out to him and begin telling the story and he immediately starts looking over his car. We get to the passenger back corner and he just gasps. I say nothing. Then the conversation goes like this:

A - blubbering, trying to speak as fast as I can, explaining everything that happened (see above) and Jamie just stands there with a smile that is getting bigger and bigger.

J - Mom, its okay, it can be fixed - she does have insurnace right?

A - Yes she has insurance, don't be upset with her, she couldn't see the little car behind her Ford Explorer. Her hubby is in Alaska, she lives here in Blaine, has a little guy, just be easy with her.

J - I will Mom, just give me the information. He chuckles as he puts his lunch stuff in the Del Sol. He walks around to the driver's door, gives me a hug & a kiss and says its going to be okay

A - I apologize again (2x) and Jamie pipes up with

J - Well I learned not to let a girl drive my muscle car (his 16 yr old girlfriend drove the car into a ditch 4 days after we bought the car for him when he was in high school) and now I have learned not to let a woman drive a sports car." all said with Jamie's crazy grin.

A - Have a good day at work and I hope you are really not too mad at me.

J - Mom, its okay. I will give Allison (the gal who hit me) a call on my break.

I watch as he backs up, rev's the engine a little bit and we wave at each other. I think, Lord, give him a good rest of the day. And I will never drive that cute little Honda Del Sol.

I walk back into the motor home feeling sick to my stomach, one more issue for Jamie to have to deal with. Get something to eat (food always helps - just a bowl of soup) and decided to write about my little adventure today.

Hope everyone has a good day. All I know is Jamie can borrow the suburban any time he wants BUT this mom is not driving that little cute black shiny Honda Del Sol.


3 comments:

hubby said...

You never ever let a woman drive your car, period, end of sentence. I am glad that the young woman had insurance otherwise I would have to pay for it. As always Alice has a way to tell a story to make it sound humorous.

Brenda said...

Sounds like your raised a good one there, smiling instead of killing you!

Alice said...

Brenda

I was very worried about he was going to take it but Jamie is so like his dad - took it in stride when talking to me - wondering what he told the fellows at work or better his brother, Brandon.