Sunday, January 27, 2008

Da Storewy of da Tiyeuhr

This is because Z. thought that her aunties Lo and Co "must peuwrhaps want to know how we got into da tiyeuhr."

We were driving along the Turnpike on our way to see baby Jo and there was a tire in the middle of the road. Mommy swerved the car so we wouldn't hit the tire too badly, but she couldn't move too far because she didn't want to hit any other cars, so we did hit that tire a little bit. There was a big jolt in our car and we heard some loud crackles, like plastic breaking, but we were all okay and nobody was hurt at all.

We moved the car to the side of the road so that we would be out of the way of all the other cars and Mama got out to see if the car was broken. It was a little bit broken, but not too much. Mommy called the people who help you when your car is broken and they sent a policeman and a tow truck. The policeman came right away, and he moved the tire out of the road, but we had to wait for a long time before the tow truck came.

When the tow truck came he put a big hook under our car and he pulled our car up and up and up onto the ramp, and then the ramp went up and up and up and we were in the car on the back of the tow truck. The tow truck took us off the turnpike and then it put our car down and we waited for another tow truck to come.

The next tow truck had room for us all to ride in the truck, so we climbed up into the truck and it was so high up it had stairs to climb. Then we drove to where the mechanic looked at our car, and we all went inside and we sat on the couches and we were so glad that we didn't have to be in our car anymore.

After awhile, we got hungry, so we went outside and we walked along the big road to a diner, and it was hard to have to hold Mama or Mommy's hand that whole time we were walking. Sometimes Mommy was nice and gave Z. uppies. When we got to the diner, Mommy had a sandwich and Mama had a sandwich and Z. had fruit and cottage cheese. There were televisions at the diner, just like there was a television at the mechanic's place, but the television at the mechanic's place was showing better TV.

We walked back to the mechanic's place and we were still very, very tired. Mommy read her book and Mama did some knitting and Z. watched television and then after a long time the mechanic said our car was all fixed and we could keep driving again. But it was too late to see Auntie Lo or Auntie Co or Baby Jo, so we went right to Grandma and Grandpa's house and we had some dinner and we went to sleep.

And the next day we visited Auntie Lo and Auntie Co and Baby Jo and even Maggie. So it was okay in the end.

(But boy, oh boy, are Mama and Mommy going to think twice the next time it makes a lot of sense to drive somewhere on shabbos.)


Julia said...

Whew, it sounds like a close call.
Glad everyone, including the car, is ok.

Can I admit to not getting what tiyeuhr is? Am I just very dense? Most likely.

E. said...

I'm glad you're all all right!!!

S. said...

Julia, try it out loud: it's how Z. pronounces "tire." :)

(un)relaxeddad said...

I do love how you've captured what an an adventure that sort of thing is to someone little - riding in towtrucks, diners...I remember absolutely adoring visiting service stations when I was a child.

Magpie said...

So glad you're okay.

Reading that conjures up the very specific smell of car repair shops - mostly rubber, some dust a little oil. A curiously not unpleasant smell.

Anonymous said...

Yikes! Thank goodness you're all okay. You seem a particularly auto-unlucky family. Or maybe it was retribution for Martha's spare tire that went roling down I95 twelve years ago. Mom

Lo said...

We were all very glad to see you, and very glad you were okay!! Perhaps we did want to know, Z. :-)

S. said...

Mom, there were actually two tires on the road (the other was already on the shoulder) so the childhood event this called to mind was when the truck carrying tires spilled a bunch of them on the hood of your car while we were waiting for you at the babysitter's.

Yes, Magpie and (un)relaxeddad, there's something archetypal about a car-repair place, and something tediously familiar about waiting for repairs while on the road.

Lo, we were so happy to see you and your cutie!

liz said...

Holy shnickes!!! I'm glad you are all okay!!!!

What a great way to tell the story.