The past two days have been beyond craaazy. Natalie and I decided to go for a walk to get something to eat. When we got to our original destination [Shopper's], Natalie decided she wanted a McDonald's burger, so we kept walking. Just as we were about a block away, the parents decided to give us a call. I talked to them, [they were not pleased] and they decided that they'd come pick us up. Problem was, we didn't tell them that we were as far away as we were, we just said we were at Shoppers. In a major panic, I ran and grabbed my bike and my step brother's bike from the other house, and we biked back to the Shopper's, locked the bikes a block away, and walked in just before our parents pulled up. Natalie and I planned that we would walk over and pick up the bikes the next day. Unfortunately, this didn't go as planned either.
Monday morning, at 10:40, I woke up to a phone call asking where I was, and why I hadn't opened the store I work at yet. It's supposed to open at 10. In a mad panic out the door, I decided I would take the car, otherwise I'd never get to work before 11. I got to work, opened the store, and got a lovely call from Head Office, besically giving me the "don't fuck up, again" message. I spent my lunch break driving the car home so the parents wouldn't notice, and picking up the bikes on the way. [I had to jam the bikes into the car, almost breaking them seeing as there was so little space] When I got the car home I realized that the parking space on the street that the car had been in was now taken. I parked the car in the driveway, took the bikes out, and called my mom. I told her the people across the street asked me to move the car into the driveway because they were moving things into their house and needed the space for the truck.
All in all, it was a little stressful, but I got in zero trouble, and it was quite entertaining with all the whistling out of car windows and such.
- xx, Kelly.
#39 hold her hand when you're walking together
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