Well, all is going as planned. We will be on the road to Aggieland at 4:15 a.m. I finish getting ready while Kyle loads the car.
Kyle: "Okay, Al, let's go."
Me: "Alright, I'm ready."
Kyle goes to back his car out and move it in to the other space because we are taking mine.
Kyle: "Man! Why today?!"
I stand in the driveway very confused.
Me: "What happened?"
Kyle: "My starter is out."
Me: "What does that mean?"
Kyle: "We aren't getting to College Station on time!"
Me: sarcastically thinking to myself "Darn, we won't be at the tailgate at 5:15 a.m.!"
So, before Kyle has a full blown anxiety attack, we devise a plan.
Kyle: "We are going to push the car back a little, and then, we will push it up and over in to the spot."
Me: "I don't think this is going to work."
Kyle gives me the evil eye.
Me: "Okay, lets try it."
We start to push the car down the driveway, and all seems to be going smoothly.
Kyle: "Okay, lets push it up now."
We start to push.
Me: "Umm, its not going anywhere."
Kyle: "You think?"
With the car hanging half way in the road and not moving an inch, we frantically Google 24 hour towing services. Not for one minute is Kyle distraught about his nonoperational car, but if we didn't get to that tailgate before the sun came up, well, we might as well not show up at all.
Thankfully, and for the sake of my husband's sanity, the tow truck promised to come in a timely manner.
Kyle: "Okay, they said they'd be here in 40 minutes. Let's go."
Me: "So, umm, we are going to leave the car here in the middle of the road and trust some random person that we Googled will come and get the car."
Me: "Okay then."
We hop into my car and drive through the grass around our abandoned car. Classy.
|The stuck car.|
|Don't worry... we made it to the tailgate.|
|The Aggies didn't lose. We just ran out of time.|
We have resigned to worrying about the car until tomorrow. After all, football is more important than knowing how you're going to get to work on Monday, right?