ok this is where our real friendship began. because until this day we were merely co-workers who had been out of the office together a a couple times but i still didn’t know this chick and she didn’t know me. i’d say we had ideas and we were definitely curious but we’re not the types to seek that shit out. i mean. if you’re going to be my friend, it will be because something universal brought us together. repeatedly. and in good humor.
i can’t remember what exactly happened. i think… oh yes. my car window was busted out at my kid’s daycare in the parking lot. yep. i was literally inside for 3.2 minutes picking up my toddler and come back out to find my passenger window shattered and my bag stolen. for real. i was stunned. how could this happen…. IN A DAYCARE PARKING LOT? ok whatever. i have since learned my lesson. i’d like to report that the 2 skank hoes that did their deed were sorta caught at the bank where they tried to … get this… MAKE A DEPOSIT… hahahahahaaa i still don’t get this part but that’s what the bank teller reported to the cops. they went through the drive thru teller and used my drivers license in attempt to make a deposit… and the teller noticed the blonde chicks in the car didn’t resemble the asian chick in the ID picture and retained it! yay! they peeled out when they were further questioned but… i got my drivers license back! i have to add that i tragically lost a beloved piece of comic art and literature that day because in that bag was the only copy I have ever seen of the compiled Hookie + Baba cartoons my close friend Jeff Jank created and gave to me. Insert grieving sighs and woe.
OK. So anyway, the point of all that was my car was messed up and I was waiting to have it repaired and needed a ride to work. So I called Ally to ask for a ride. She said no problem. I knew she lived near me and luckily I still had her phone number from the last time we hung out. When she pulled up I realized I wasn’t sure what I just got myself into. Here was a 19 year old girl in a slut red chevy cobalt, the same slut red chevy cobalt that conveniently left a slut red mark on the side of my black jetta door when “the wind blew so hard it caused the door to fly open” hitting my car parked next to it and left what I like to consider lipstick stains on the side of my car. I let it go because who can be mad at a stolen kiss? I’ve stolen plenty really.
I open the passenger door to get in and realize there is someone else in the car. LT, another coworker who is an overweight black woman who worked in accounting at our office. I was looking at an odd couple to say the least. This was coincidentally LT’s first time to carpool with Ally as well and as I got in, our carpool crew was officially initiated. Even though I only needed a ride a few days until my car was fixed, the three of us continued to ride to and from work together most days to save gas since we lived on the other side of town. This was great! I had no idea but I was in for a major pivotal period in my lifetime. These women made me laugh and cry and everything in between. How diverse a group we were. I will never forget that first day, riding along, enjoying the convenience, and learning en route that our dear driver had not been to bed yet and was actually still drunk from the night before. She was wearing some furry topped calf height boots and a mini skirt with a wooly vest and aviator glasses. I remembered she had hit a curb and busted her tire the last escapade and began praying for my life. She seemed fine tho honestly. I couldn’t tell except for maybe the open but empty beer can in the front cup holder and a wired kind of energy drink vibe. Oh well, I wasn’t going to be critical of this saint that was taking me to work, allowing me to keep my job, who without hesitation agreed to give me a ride along with another co-worker. I thought to myself, this girl must be remarkable. And she definitely is. :)
