Ditched

Juanetta and I rushed home to change from our church clothes into our uniforms for work. We had made good time so decided we could pick up a pizza before going to Rosé Care Nursing home to work the night shift. 

We were driving a van of Mom and Dad's and didn't notice that it was low on gas until it died on Caraway Road between the college and Matthews Street. We pushed it off the street onto the shoulder so we could walk to the fire department to call for help. 

After getting the van off the street Juanetta was walking on the side nearest the street and was slyly making plans. (Her look of innocence is very deceiving) We were talking and laughing when Juanetta gave me a push that sent me tumbling end over end, all the way to the bottom of the steep ditch. And as Nila so delicately states it, "My bladder cried tears of laughter."

Caraway was a busy street that night and very entertaining with a couple drunks staggering around on the ditch bank. Or at least that was what we looked like as I tumbled into the ditch and Juanetta was bent double with joy and laughter because she had "done it again." (This was not the first nor the last time, by any means,  that she had shoved an unsuspecting bystander into a less-than-desirable situation.)

Juanetta called home for help from the fire department while I tried to hide my wet clothes. Soon a car load pulled in to pick us up in a little Firebird.  No one wanted me to sit in their lap.