Need a ride

You lucky blog readers!! Something out of the ordinary happened today. Remember auntie Linda and Carrie? Well Carrie’s best friend Isabel started working for Ford Remarketing Services (aka Pareto) a little over a month ago. Isabel used to work for ADESA, that’s where she met Carrie. Carrie works for a vehicle finance company that operates out of Toronto’s auto auction. Conveniently on the morning when I left for Halifax there was a meeting at the Toronto auction. Just before leaving for the airport I ran into Carrie and we chatted about Bill and their on-again off-again relationship, which by the way is off-again. Carrie asked me what company I work for and when I told her she was excited to ask if I knew Isabel. Turns out Isabel now occupies the cubical right across from me, we sit facing each other all day. Currie was Isabel’s maid of honour at her second marriage. Man do I have a knack for stretching a long boring story, anywhooo... Because she also lives in the 7th greatest city in the universe, most days Isabel and I race to the door and then out along Harvester Rd. Isabel beat me out the door I was no contest for her tonight. The colour of her cavalier is between a pink and purple puke. I believe on her first day I bet that her husband never drives that car. So today I’m a few minutes behind her and as soon as I turn onto Harvester Rd I immediately spot her puke colour car across the street parked up on the curb and Isabel is sitting on the grass smoking a cigarette. Already there is a tow truck on the scene and the driver jumps out to talk to her. I pulled into the next driveway and stopped. From this side I could see all the damage to the front of her vehicle, both airbags deployed. Assumed she ass-ended someone but I didn’t see another vehicle. A lady was there and told me she heard the crash and watched the car cross the road and bump up on the curb. I asked her where’s the other vehicle and she pointed to a car in a driveway further down the street. Isabel was pretty shaken up but luckily not really hurt. She was half laughing and half crying and then she said the words; I just want to cry, and she started. Thank fuck the other lady was there because she held her and told her you go ahead and cry. It could have been awkward the next day at work if I was the one that held her while grinded myself into her hip, whispering in her ear, its okay its okay. Anyway the ambulance came they let her finish her cigarette and then took her into the back. I waited to see if she needed a ride or something but her husband was on the way and the cop wanted to talk to her so I split. Can’t wait to share this story over and over with the hens in the office tomorrow. Have I told you how much I hate working in an office with all women? But that’s a whole other long boring blog for another laundry night.