You know...you can take the girl out of the country, but you can't take the country out of a girl?
Saturday I went to my parents' house to wash my last load of laundry (stupid broken washer....rrrr...) and while it washed, I went into Greentown to catch up with one of my friends. After we finished gabbing, I went back to my parents' house, picked up my laundry, and headed home. I was on the phone with my sister, and as I drove down the highway, this plane took a total nosedive right over the road and I lost sight of it behind the woods.
GREAT. I am not equipped to handle a plane crash! I said to Lori, "Uh, gotta go. I'll call you back." I turned down the side road and started looking for a plane...smoke...smoldering corn...anything. I saw nothing. I called my parents (because they're 911???) and said, "Mom there was this plane and now it's gone!!!" She said, "Um, was it yellow? It's a crop duster."
Thank goodness I DIDN'T call 911.
I forgot about the crop dusters. I'm such a city girl now.
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3 comments:
Hahaha! Bekah! You're silly! I miss you!
Wow that's pretty bad! It's better than how I thought the story was going to end, it being a toy plane
Sarah - I know, I'm a strange one. :) but at least I'm good for a laugh now and then!
Phats - I actually did think of that because it was so little. I was kind of looking around for a remote control location. But then I thought...how bad would I feel if it really WAS a crash and I just wrote it off as a fake plane??
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