Rosita
My normally sane and trustworthy buddy, Mike, that lives in Portland, Oregon called last Sunday and asked me if I would follow him up to Bellingham (75 miles north of Seattle) and give him a ride back to Seattle after he dropped of his truck for some modifications. From Seattle he would take the train back to Portland....sounded fine.
Well when we get to the address in Ferndale (7-8 miles north of Bellingham), we are informed that this is just their warehouse and that the shop where we need to take the truck is in Abbottsford, BC! So we head out for Abbottsford, following a set of directions so dreadfully bad, that they were a work of art....I felt like we were on a game show or something. Once we wade through awful traffic into Abbottsford, we managed to find the shop even though they have no sign on it....we spotted a bunch of trucks like my buddy's and figured that must be the place....
We fight our way back through traffic to the border, as we approach the border, my buddy reaches for his ID, and yells "F*CK, I F*cking left my F*cking wallet in my F*cking truck, what kind of a F*cking idiot am I?" A pretty damn good one was my response. So we get to wade back through the ever increasing traffic into and out of Abbottsford one more time before we were free to head home.
Obviously he missed his train. But he had to get home to Portland because he was flying out at 6am this morning, and I wasn't about to drive him to Portland. I finally stuck him on a plane at 10 pm......whew.
On the good side, I will be able to milk this one forever.
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