Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda

sertman · 10-16-2006, 09:25 PM

so you had a little mishap with your car today?

Omeganitros · 10-16-2006, 09:39 PM

You have my attention.

GuidoHunter · 10-16-2006, 09:40 PM

I'm awfully curious about how this knowledge was leaked.

We run a tight ship, here, so I suspect a mole...

--Guido

http://andy.mikee385.com

sertman · 10-16-2006, 09:41 PM

facebook durr

Amanda Clark is the dumbass you see on the news who drove through high water. 9:30pm

GuidoHunter · 10-16-2006, 09:42 PM

Oh. I never consider that a means of information transfer because of how rarely I go there.

--Guido

http://andy.mikee385.com

Omeganitros · 10-16-2006, 09:43 PM

Heeheeheehee

It's okay, Amanda. You make mistakes so we learn to not repeat them. =)

dunlop · 10-16-2006, 09:48 PM

Don't you love it that FB allows others know what everyone is up to?

**Tasselfoot** · 10-16-2006, 09:48 PM

you did not inform me of this during our 7 second IM conversation. that makes me sad.

sertman · 10-16-2006, 09:50 PM

I wouldn't have even posted it if it didn't make me laugh out loud

**stretchypanda** · 10-16-2006, 11:40 PM

Wow, I didn't even see this thread.

Story tomorrow when I wake up.

I was sad that I could not make my facebook status "Amanda tried to ford the river and her ****ing engine died."

**stretchypanda** · 10-17-2006, 01:58 PM

Okay.

I must preface this story with another story.

Almost 4 years ago, on the night of my graduation, my cousin, my best friend, my then-boyfriend, and I decided to go out to a party. I took my truck, my cousin took my mom's truck. We get directions and are informed we'll have to cross a low-water bridge. K. Get specific instructions from Dad NOT TO CROSS THE BRIDGE if there is water on it. K. Get to the bridge, there is water. I am not about to attempt to ford this creek in my truck. No, no, no. My cousin, however, is confident that he can make it across in my mom's truck. Why should I see anything wrong with this? He is my cousin, he is older, wiser, better at driving, and I want to go to this party. So we pile into the truck, cross the bridge with no trouble. Once on the other side, we can't seem to locate any signs of merrymaking, so we decide to go back and find something else to do. Again, we cross with no problems. Once we are back at my truck, the boy throwing the party and just about everyone I know arrives and we follow them back across the bridge to the party. No problem. We are awesome. We have spit in nature's face three whole times.

Unfortunately the party sucks. We are in an old barn with no lighting equipment. The only entertainment is a guy trying to light damp beer cases on fire without burning himself and my friend's idiot girlfriend getting "drunk" on what I swear is mix (you know, the stuff you add to alcohol... stuff that isn't alcoholic). Bored, disappointed, we decide we can make a much better time if we just drive up to Branson, MO and go to Denny's or something. Back into the truck, back across the bridge.

I don't know if the water had gotten higher or if my cousin just wasn't paying attention, but he failed to follow a slight curve in the bridge and we wound up stuck on the bridge with the driver's side of the front end submerged.

The rest of the story consists of my cousin and I contemplating throwing ourselves into the creek rather than deal with my parents. Four or five hours later we were home and my mom's truck was dead.

So, I told that story to make it abundantly clear that after that incident I would never, ever, EVER drive through high water. I always saw the idiots on TV who tried to make it and I did not want to be one of those idiots. I also have this desire to live a long life, so I always knew driving through high water was just something I should not try. But especially after spending my graduation night clinging to my cousin so I would not be carried by a current that was much faster than I expected, then dealing with my very disappointed parents, I just like to stay inside if I do not have to go driving in the rain.

This last weekend I went up to Oklahoma for Fall Break. I had every intention of driving back to Dallas Saturday night so that I would not have to make a six hour trip all at once. Unfortunately, Baylor did not completely embarrass themselves against Texas and I was forced to stay at my grandparents' house much longer than I anticipated, getting to Oklahoma City around 9:00 that evening. I felt like I could make it to Dallas, but I was worried that I would get tired after about an hour on the road, and really, once you're outside of Norman on I-35, there is absolutely NOTHING until you get to Texas, and it's really a terrible, terrible drive no matter what time of day you are on the road. So I spent the night in Oklahoma City with some family friends and woke up Sunday to a steady downpour. I hate driving in the rain because I tend to be spastic on the road anyway and the stupidity of the drivers around me is compounded by the wet conditions. Unfortunately, the forecast showed the rain was not stopping any time soon. It did indicate, however, that Texas was pretty dry. So I set out for Dallas, making what was normally a three-hour trip in four due to ridiculously low visibility. To my dismay, it was raining in Dallas and did not show signs of stopping.

Guido lives in Dallas, and he hadn't been on break, so I hadn't seen him all weekend and wanted to spend a little time with him before I went down to Waco. I had to wait for him to get back from a fraternity function, though, and later I gave him a ride to SMU since his car is dead. I went back to Guido's apartment to finish a lesson plan that was due Sunday night, because I wanted to have it done as soon as possible and I knew that if I made the trip to Waco I could be delayed by rain and people and I just wanted to have it turned in before I was on the road again.

Ended up not leaving Dallas until 11:00 that evening, though, and it was so dark and still raining, so I couldn't see a thing. Doubting my ability to make it home, I decided to just spend the night with Guido, wake up super early and hope the rain had stopped.

Nope.

Woke up at 5:30 to more rain. At this point I had no choice -- I had to be at the high school I work at by 8:45. I needed to get to Waco. So, I'm making great time, it's still early, there aren't too many people out, I am excited that I will make it back in time to eat breakfast, get pretty, look professional, etc.

Somewhere south of Dallas I hit construction, and cars start to slow down. This isn't really a surprise, considering the rain, the construction, and the reduction in the number of lanes. Then I notice a car up ahead in the left lane with its hazard lights on. It is about this time I notice the highway is flooded and I am in it.

I panic. PANIC. Every part of me wants to turn back, throw it in reverse, anything. I cannot go through this water and I know it. Unfortunately, the cars backing up behind me are all apparently driven by bold, stupid Texans who are not afraid of a tiny thing like a flooded highway. So, I take a deep breath and step on the gas.

Water is rushing around my car, I am really convinced I am going to die, but I'm gaining confidence. Other people are making it -- why shouldn't I?

Then my car stalls. In the water.

I pride myself on being able to keep my cool when it is absolutely necessary. Usually this means when the safety of others in my charge is at stake. In this instance, I am concerned for the safety of my dog. Shaking, I turn the car off, then turn it back on. SUCCESS! I continue out of the water -- I am safe! I have had a serious brush with death and I made it.

And then the car dies again. ****.

Okay, I'm not in the water anymore, I can start to cry. And I do. I try over and over again to start the car, to no avail. Still shaking, I dig into my wallet for my Triple A card, which I have never used. I call the number on the card and have to deal with the automated voice, then I have to deal with being put into the system and am assured a truck is coming. The woman is really not comforting, as I had hoped she would be, and I just get more upset.

A police officer arrives and asks me what happened, as though it is not painfully obvious. He calls his own tow truck, which beats Triple A to the site, so I have to go with the not-free service because the officer needs to reopen the (flooded) highway.

Police officer takes me to a nearby gas station, where I sit outside with my dog for the next two and a half hours waiting for my aunt to come pick me up. During this time my dad (who has up to this point been very calm) talks to the towing company and learns that they started my car with no trouble, which is a HUGE relief to all of us. No water had gotten into the interior, so I'm thrilled. I have to call my professors and advisors and anyone else I should have dealt with that day and let them know I won't be making it into town any time soon, but I am alive and I still have a car.

My dad finally did yell at me. A lot.

So, yeah. "Mishap" could be the understatement of the week.

**-Fallen-** · 10-17-2006, 02:20 PM

Wow, goodjob.

Skikamukazi · 10-17-2006, 02:22 PM

**Tasselfoot** · 10-17-2006, 02:24 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Panda

I went back to Guido's apartment to finish a lesson plan that was due Sunday night

u meen secks... m i rite?

**stretchypanda** · 10-17-2006, 02:27 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by Tasselfoot

u meen secks... m i rite?

It's like Eva Longoria and Tony Parker. In the bedroom, I am the teacher.

banditcom · 10-17-2006, 02:41 PM

You are badass.

emptiness · 10-17-2006, 02:47 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by stretchypanda

It's like Eva Longoria and Tony Parker. In the bedroom, I am the teacher.

School me.

this_n00b_rocks · 10-20-2006, 03:03 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by stretchypanda

It's like Eva Longoria and Tony Parker. In the bedroom, I am the teacher.

*purrs*

jewpinthethird · 10-20-2006, 04:06 PM

Teacher: "You have 15 minutes complete these alebra problems."

Student: "But I don't want to."

Teacher: "Oh, you're being a bad boy."

Student: "What are you going to do about it?"

Teacher: "Maybe I'll spank you."

Student: "But it's illegal for teachers to spank their students."

Teacher: "Then I'll have the Principal spank you."

Student: "Principal?"

Teacher: "Come on out, Principal Jeff."

Student: "Principal Jeff?"

Just then a totally ripped guy emerges from the closet.

Teacher: "Morning Principal. This student has been very naughty. I think an ass-pounding is in order."

Student: "This isn't what we argeed on!"

meno_rocks123 · 10-20-2006, 04:38 PM

Quote:

Originally Posted by jewpinthethird

Teacher: "You have 15 minutes complete these alebra problems."

Student: "But I don't want to."

Teacher: "Oh, you're being a bad boy."

Student: "What are you going to do about it?"

Teacher: "Maybe I'll spank you."

Student: "But it's illegal for teachers to spank their students."

Teacher: "Then I'll have the Principal spank you."

Student: "Principal?"

Teacher: "Come on out, Principal Jeff."

Student: "Principal Jeff?"

Just then a totally ripped guy emerges from the closet.

Teacher: "Morning Principal. This student has been very naughty. I think an ass-pounding is in order."

Student: "This isn't what we argeed on!"

I almost died lolling

10-16-2006, 09:25 PM	#1
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10-16-2006, 09:39 PM	#2
Omeganitros auauauau Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Hee-Haw! Age: 35 Posts: 8,897	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda You have my attention.

10-16-2006, 09:41 PM	#4
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10-16-2006, 09:43 PM	#6
Omeganitros auauauau Join Date: Jun 2003 Location: Hee-Haw! Age: 35 Posts: 8,897	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda Heeheeheehee It's okay, Amanda. You make mistakes so we learn to not repeat them. =)

10-16-2006, 09:48 PM	#7
dunlop FFR Player Join Date: Apr 2006 Posts: 469	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda Don't you love it that FB allows others know what everyone is up to? __________________ The secret to your future lies hidden in your daily routine. The reason most people fail instead of succeed is that they trade what they want most for what they want at the moment.

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10-16-2006, 09:50 PM	#9
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10-16-2006, 11:40 PM	#10
stretchypanda shock me shock me Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: Texas Age: 39 Posts: 4,123	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda Wow, I didn't even see this thread. Story tomorrow when I wake up. I was sad that I could not make my facebook status "Amanda tried to ford the river and her ****ing engine died."

10-17-2006, 01:58 PM	#11
stretchypanda shock me shock me Join Date: Sep 2004 Location: Texas Age: 39 Posts: 4,123	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda Okay. I must preface this story with another story. Almost 4 years ago, on the night of my graduation, my cousin, my best friend, my then-boyfriend, and I decided to go out to a party. I took my truck, my cousin took my mom's truck. We get directions and are informed we'll have to cross a low-water bridge. K. Get specific instructions from Dad NOT TO CROSS THE BRIDGE if there is water on it. K. Get to the bridge, there is water. I am not about to attempt to ford this creek in my truck. No, no, no. My cousin, however, is confident that he can make it across in my mom's truck. Why should I see anything wrong with this? He is my cousin, he is older, wiser, better at driving, and I want to go to this party. So we pile into the truck, cross the bridge with no trouble. Once on the other side, we can't seem to locate any signs of merrymaking, so we decide to go back and find something else to do. Again, we cross with no problems. Once we are back at my truck, the boy throwing the party and just about everyone I know arrives and we follow them back across the bridge to the party. No problem. We are awesome. We have spit in nature's face three whole times. Unfortunately the party sucks. We are in an old barn with no lighting equipment. The only entertainment is a guy trying to light damp beer cases on fire without burning himself and my friend's idiot girlfriend getting "drunk" on what I swear is mix (you know, the stuff you add to alcohol... stuff that isn't alcoholic). Bored, disappointed, we decide we can make a much better time if we just drive up to Branson, MO and go to Denny's or something. Back into the truck, back across the bridge. I don't know if the water had gotten higher or if my cousin just wasn't paying attention, but he failed to follow a slight curve in the bridge and we wound up stuck on the bridge with the driver's side of the front end submerged. The rest of the story consists of my cousin and I contemplating throwing ourselves into the creek rather than deal with my parents. Four or five hours later we were home and my mom's truck was dead. So, I told that story to make it abundantly clear that after that incident I would never, ever, EVER drive through high water. I always saw the idiots on TV who tried to make it and I did not want to be one of those idiots. I also have this desire to live a long life, so I always knew driving through high water was just something I should not try. But especially after spending my graduation night clinging to my cousin so I would not be carried by a current that was much faster than I expected, then dealing with my very disappointed parents, I just like to stay inside if I do not have to go driving in the rain. This last weekend I went up to Oklahoma for Fall Break. I had every intention of driving back to Dallas Saturday night so that I would not have to make a six hour trip all at once. Unfortunately, Baylor did not completely embarrass themselves against Texas and I was forced to stay at my grandparents' house much longer than I anticipated, getting to Oklahoma City around 9:00 that evening. I felt like I could make it to Dallas, but I was worried that I would get tired after about an hour on the road, and really, once you're outside of Norman on I-35, there is absolutely NOTHING until you get to Texas, and it's really a terrible, terrible drive no matter what time of day you are on the road. So I spent the night in Oklahoma City with some family friends and woke up Sunday to a steady downpour. I hate driving in the rain because I tend to be spastic on the road anyway and the stupidity of the drivers around me is compounded by the wet conditions. Unfortunately, the forecast showed the rain was not stopping any time soon. It did indicate, however, that Texas was pretty dry. So I set out for Dallas, making what was normally a three-hour trip in four due to ridiculously low visibility. To my dismay, it was raining in Dallas and did not show signs of stopping. Guido lives in Dallas, and he hadn't been on break, so I hadn't seen him all weekend and wanted to spend a little time with him before I went down to Waco. I had to wait for him to get back from a fraternity function, though, and later I gave him a ride to SMU since his car is dead. I went back to Guido's apartment to finish a lesson plan that was due Sunday night, because I wanted to have it done as soon as possible and I knew that if I made the trip to Waco I could be delayed by rain and people and I just wanted to have it turned in before I was on the road again. Ended up not leaving Dallas until 11:00 that evening, though, and it was so dark and still raining, so I couldn't see a thing. Doubting my ability to make it home, I decided to just spend the night with Guido, wake up super early and hope the rain had stopped. Nope. Woke up at 5:30 to more rain. At this point I had no choice -- I had to be at the high school I work at by 8:45. I needed to get to Waco. So, I'm making great time, it's still early, there aren't too many people out, I am excited that I will make it back in time to eat breakfast, get pretty, look professional, etc. Somewhere south of Dallas I hit construction, and cars start to slow down. This isn't really a surprise, considering the rain, the construction, and the reduction in the number of lanes. Then I notice a car up ahead in the left lane with its hazard lights on. It is about this time I notice the highway is flooded and I am in it. I panic. PANIC. Every part of me wants to turn back, throw it in reverse, anything. I cannot go through this water and I know it. Unfortunately, the cars backing up behind me are all apparently driven by bold, stupid Texans who are not afraid of a tiny thing like a flooded highway. So, I take a deep breath and step on the gas. Water is rushing around my car, I am really convinced I am going to die, but I'm gaining confidence. Other people are making it -- why shouldn't I? Then my car stalls. In the water. I pride myself on being able to keep my cool when it is absolutely necessary. Usually this means when the safety of others in my charge is at stake. In this instance, I am concerned for the safety of my dog. Shaking, I turn the car off, then turn it back on. SUCCESS! I continue out of the water -- I am safe! I have had a serious brush with death and I made it. And then the car dies again. ****. Okay, I'm not in the water anymore, I can start to cry. And I do. I try over and over again to start the car, to no avail. Still shaking, I dig into my wallet for my Triple A card, which I have never used. I call the number on the card and have to deal with the automated voice, then I have to deal with being put into the system and am assured a truck is coming. The woman is really not comforting, as I had hoped she would be, and I just get more upset. A police officer arrives and asks me what happened, as though it is not painfully obvious. He calls his own tow truck, which beats Triple A to the site, so I have to go with the not-free service because the officer needs to reopen the (flooded) highway. Police officer takes me to a nearby gas station, where I sit outside with my dog for the next two and a half hours waiting for my aunt to come pick me up. During this time my dad (who has up to this point been very calm) talks to the towing company and learns that they started my car with no trouble, which is a HUGE relief to all of us. No water had gotten into the interior, so I'm thrilled. I have to call my professors and advisors and anyone else I should have dealt with that day and let them know I won't be making it into town any time soon, but I am alive and I still have a car. My dad finally did yell at me. A lot. So, yeah. "Mishap" could be the understatement of the week.

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jewpinthethird (The Fat's Sabobah) Join Date: Nov 2002 Location: Palm Springs, California Posts: 11,711	Re: Soooooooooooooo... stretchypanda Teacher: "You have 15 minutes complete these alebra problems." Student: "But I don't want to." Teacher: "Oh, you're being a bad boy." Student: "What are you going to do about it?" Teacher: "Maybe I'll spank you." Student: "But it's illegal for teachers to spank their students." Teacher: "Then I'll have the Principal spank you." Student: "Principal?" Teacher: "Come on out, Principal Jeff." Student: "Principal Jeff?" Just then a totally ripped guy emerges from the closet. Teacher: "Morning Principal. This student has been very naughty. I think an ass-pounding is in order." Student: "This isn't what we argeed on!"

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