A Little Excitement at Tortoise Cottage Today
I had been out all afternoon. Mom and I had completed a lot of errands. We had been shopping, to the hairdresser, out to lunch and made several stops. I realized, after we loaded up the car with items from Wal-Mart that needed refrigerated, that I still had to pick up a reserved book at the library. Well, it wasn't going to happen in the Florida heat. I didn't know then I was about to learn something new about the Florida Heat.
I took mom home and jumped into the truck that I left parked alongside her house and wheeled it around the corner in my haste to get home. I felt like Bo and Luke as it slid a bit, but I was in a hurry to pick up Bill and get back to the library before it closed. They close at ungodly hours here...some days as early as four in the afternoon! As I skidded into the driveway I noticed a police car driving down the road. I watched in the rear view mirror to see it go by but it didn't. I'm flummoxed because I looked around both sides and I didn't see it anywhere. I looked as suspicious as heck.
I was hot and sweaty and I didn't want to go in to get Bill, I was calling him to see if he wanted to go with me since today was the first day I had driven the truck and I hadn't done so well taking it around the corner and back. I felt I needed a lesson or two before taking it out on HWY 19. As I was listening to the phone ring I completely craned my head around and saw the officer walking up to the truck.
"Is everything OK?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied like a dolt, wondering how he could possibly ticket me for reckless driving in my own driveway.
"Who are you calling?" He inquired.
I babbled about shopping with mom and being too hot to walk in....he interrupted and said "There was a 911 call from this address."
I jumped out of the truck and raced to the door as fast as my injured heel would let me (and that is not fast. I was slower than Rambo, our tortoise) saying "My husband is a heart patient!!" I burst in the door and yelled "BILL!!"
He comes around the corner, I swear just like Tom Cruise but with the phone in his hand instead of a microphone....only he didn't have the shirt and socks on. Just the underwear. He said "Whaaaat?" Then he spotted the police officer behind me. His face was a sight to behold! I have to admit though he looked pretty good in his underwear.
It turned out he hadn't called 911. The officer left quickly, mumbling something about our living close to a cell phone tower ( Huh? ) and I quickly called my sister Janet, the last person to live here, to see if she had called 911. I thought it might have reported her former address as her current address.
Unfortunately, I got her boyfriend again! I keep forgetting to correct her number. He did clear up the mystery. In a most distressing way. He laughed and said that happens all the time. "Hahahahahaha" he laughed merrily.. (I'm not laughing). He said while they lived there probably that happened once a month.
"What??" I gasped. It flashed in my mind that we have lived here one month today. His timetable was eerily accurate. "Sorry!" he said and I apologized for having called him once again. At least this time it was at a reasonable hour.
If he is right, apparently these guys are going to be our new best friends.
I took mom home and jumped into the truck that I left parked alongside her house and wheeled it around the corner in my haste to get home. I felt like Bo and Luke as it slid a bit, but I was in a hurry to pick up Bill and get back to the library before it closed. They close at ungodly hours here...some days as early as four in the afternoon! As I skidded into the driveway I noticed a police car driving down the road. I watched in the rear view mirror to see it go by but it didn't. I'm flummoxed because I looked around both sides and I didn't see it anywhere. I looked as suspicious as heck.
I was hot and sweaty and I didn't want to go in to get Bill, I was calling him to see if he wanted to go with me since today was the first day I had driven the truck and I hadn't done so well taking it around the corner and back. I felt I needed a lesson or two before taking it out on HWY 19. As I was listening to the phone ring I completely craned my head around and saw the officer walking up to the truck.
"Is everything OK?" He asked.
"Yes." I replied like a dolt, wondering how he could possibly ticket me for reckless driving in my own driveway.
"Who are you calling?" He inquired.
I babbled about shopping with mom and being too hot to walk in....he interrupted and said "There was a 911 call from this address."
I jumped out of the truck and raced to the door as fast as my injured heel would let me (and that is not fast. I was slower than Rambo, our tortoise) saying "My husband is a heart patient!!" I burst in the door and yelled "BILL!!"
He comes around the corner, I swear just like Tom Cruise but with the phone in his hand instead of a microphone....only he didn't have the shirt and socks on. Just the underwear. He said "Whaaaat?" Then he spotted the police officer behind me. His face was a sight to behold! I have to admit though he looked pretty good in his underwear.
It turned out he hadn't called 911. The officer left quickly, mumbling something about our living close to a cell phone tower ( Huh? ) and I quickly called my sister Janet, the last person to live here, to see if she had called 911. I thought it might have reported her former address as her current address.
Unfortunately, I got her boyfriend again! I keep forgetting to correct her number. He did clear up the mystery. In a most distressing way. He laughed and said that happens all the time. "Hahahahahaha" he laughed merrily.. (I'm not laughing). He said while they lived there probably that happened once a month.
"What??" I gasped. It flashed in my mind that we have lived here one month today. His timetable was eerily accurate. "Sorry!" he said and I apologized for having called him once again. At least this time it was at a reasonable hour.
If he is right, apparently these guys are going to be our new best friends.
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