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Tama brought home a pretty great true life story tonight.
It's been raining for the past few hours. And she's been hard at work, it being January and all. When she finally decided to come on home, the temperature had just started to flirt with the freezing point. Walk to the garage? Too slippery. Wait for the bus? Too cold. Finally she pulled up her collar and walked it, carefully making her way down campus to the garage, only to be stopped by a serious-looking member of the public safety crew, flanked by two fellow officers.
"Is your car parked on the upper level, ma'am?" he asked.
Thinking oh man, what? did I leave my lights on?, she said, "Yyyesss...."
"Well, ma'am, you're not going to be able get to your car tonight."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The upper deck is completely iced over, ma'am, and we've had one lady try to drive out and, well, she couldn't, so we're here to stop anyone else from trying."
Tama: "Yikes! Okay, what should I do?"
"Can you call someone for a ride?"
Tama: "Well, my seven year old is fast asleep at home in bed, and the only other person in the house is his other mother, so... no, not really."
"Well, where do you live?"
Tama: "Over on Xandsuch."
"You know what, ma'am? That's not that far. How about we just drive you home?"
Apparently at least one of the other restricted drivers was far less flexible than my lovely partner. Suffice it to say that the officers were practically fighting over the right to give Tama a ride. And that, my friends, is how she got her first-ever no-charge, uniformed-officer-provided, door-to-door ride home.
Things are supposed to thaw out again tomorrow.
It's been raining for the past few hours. And she's been hard at work, it being January and all. When she finally decided to come on home, the temperature had just started to flirt with the freezing point. Walk to the garage? Too slippery. Wait for the bus? Too cold. Finally she pulled up her collar and walked it, carefully making her way down campus to the garage, only to be stopped by a serious-looking member of the public safety crew, flanked by two fellow officers.
"Is your car parked on the upper level, ma'am?" he asked.
Thinking oh man, what? did I leave my lights on?, she said, "Yyyesss...."
"Well, ma'am, you're not going to be able get to your car tonight."
"I beg your pardon?"
"The upper deck is completely iced over, ma'am, and we've had one lady try to drive out and, well, she couldn't, so we're here to stop anyone else from trying."
Tama: "Yikes! Okay, what should I do?"
"Can you call someone for a ride?"
Tama: "Well, my seven year old is fast asleep at home in bed, and the only other person in the house is his other mother, so... no, not really."
"Well, where do you live?"
Tama: "Over on Xandsuch."
"You know what, ma'am? That's not that far. How about we just drive you home?"
Apparently at least one of the other restricted drivers was far less flexible than my lovely partner. Suffice it to say that the officers were practically fighting over the right to give Tama a ride. And that, my friends, is how she got her first-ever no-charge, uniformed-officer-provided, door-to-door ride home.
Things are supposed to thaw out again tomorrow.
(No one is wearing her jammies inside out, BTW,
so there WILL be school tomorrow.)
so there WILL be school tomorrow.)
3 comments:
Excellent story, too bad D was asleep and didn't get to see the police dropping off Tama.
What's the deal with inside out PJs and snow days?
awesome!
Great story! I love when people really come out and do the right thing. And now I know why we had school today!
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