..how I got stranded in Youngstown for a night without a car. My husband, daughter, her new boyfriend and I were traveling cross country from California to Pennsylvania. Driving along all the back roads we can find, stopping here and there, seeing the sights, you know how it goes. Anyway, the new boyfriend is meeting my husband for the first time and he is trying to impress, be attentive, kind, intelligent, all that stuff to make the "father" like him. So we get as far as the entrance of the Pennsylvania turnpike at Youngstown Ohio for our last leg of the journey to the east coast. The boyfriend says, that he will take over driving for the last few hours. He takes the wheel, we approach the ticket toll booth pickup at the turnpike, he pulls up to take the ticket and the car dies. Nothing....no noise...no grinding, nothing....it dies. The poor kid is about to have a heartattack because the car chooses to die while he is driving while he is trying so hard to impress the "Dad". So we are stuck in the toll booth, cars behind wondering what the hell is going on, the car will not move forward or backwards...nothing. The supervisor at the station comes out to see what is going on....are we terrorists or what.....cars are whizzing by. We call AAA to come out to tow us somewhere. And I start laughing uncontrollably at how bizzarre the whole situation is. My husband gives me the death stare and I tell him, this is so bizzarre.....we are traveling the back roads through the north of the country where there are deer and antelope and no human for miles without a problem and we break down in the toll booth of the turnpike where there are hundreds of people, but they are all pissed at us for holding up traffic! TALK ABOUT IRONY!! Finally, we all start laughing. the tow truck comes and tows the car away (the transmission died) but drops us off at a Day's inn until the car can be fixed.
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