don't stop this train

Holy roller coaster of a day.

Driving to moosejaw (or mj, because I'm lazy) is more exciting than its cracked up to be. Well, lets clear something up, the drive is flat, and long, and .... flat. However, things seem to just happen to me that don't happen to normal people on their way to mj. Take for instance the case of the forever swiping windshield wipers. By forever swiping I mean they wouldn't stop. On a clear, sunny day with no snow, and no need for debris or moisture of any kind to be swept from the windshield, the wipers decided it would be fun to be annoying and continue swiping. Of course something like this would happen to me. After trying everything I could think of to get them to stop (which to be honest was only turning them to the "off" position - didn't work), I decided to pull into the next gas station. However, as luck seemed to be totally on my side today, the next gas station wasn't for another 10 minutes. Because of the flatness of Saskatchewan, however, I could see said gas station for the entire 10 minutes torturing me in the distance.

Once there, I turned the truck off, pulled the keys out, and opened the door. My list of things to do to shut off windshield wipers was exhausted. Awesome. Time to bat the eyelashes, and use that feminine charm for some good. Of course, the two pubescent teens working the pumps raced to my rescue, and suggested I turn off the truck. I then knew the amount of help they could provide, seeing as how neither knew how to tell the difference between a truck that was running and one that was not. The truck was already turned off. They officially didn't know what to do either.

After suggestions of taking out the battery, or going to a dealership (so helpful, thankyou), I decided that these boys were not allowed near the hood. Oh, did I mention the truck was not even my own? Yes, my boyfriend was going to kill me for letting 2 random gas boys mess around with his truck because I couldn't get the windshield wipers to turn off, but knew how to bat my eyelashes. Just when I decided I was just going to have to continue to moosejaw with this annoyance and take it to someone who actually knew what they were doing I heard "you're lucky you're a girl" to which I promptly responded "pardon?"

Apparently my rescuer would not have stopped had I been a man, because they are not worthy of saving from wiper distress. He popped the hood, pulled out a fuse, and they instantly stopped. So simple, why didn't I think of that? After many thank-you's I was back on my voyage to mj after a half hour detour.

Now, for those of you (of the maybe 2 people reading this) who know me, you should know that I lack anything that in any way resembles, even slightly, a sense of direction. Believe me, I have references and many testimonies to support this. Just ask me which way is north, and I'll probably say whichever way I'm facing. So it should not really come as that much of a shock that I got lost for a good 40 minutes when I got to mj. Seeing as how its barely 10 minutes from one end of the city (I just found out mj was actually even qualified as a city) to another, I really should be praised for the determination it took to be lost for that length of time.

But don't fret people, I am at the boyfriends house safe and sound. It took a little longer than expected - double the time - but I made it. I even managed to turn the water on in the house with the greatest of ease. Now all I have to do is figure out how to make it to the Regina airport in the morning. Hopefully there will be no road bumps on that journey. I wouldn't hold your breath.