Yesterday was such a fun day. I had a job interview at subway, so my grandmother took me to that. For once we got there early! So i sat there and waited for the woman interviewing me to get done with her job. So when the interview finally started, I had sat there for over a half an hour, (not bad, but nerve racking). She asked me the basics like “What do you feel you can bring to subway” and the like. So when it was finally over, my grandma took me to her house to get my sister so we could leave for Cooperstown.
The trip started ok, the occasional bad driver, but you can’t avoid them. We stopped and had dinner at Cracker Barrel, then left. Of course the main bridge had to be out so we had to take a detour that ended up being an hour out of the way. By the time we made it to Cooperstown it was around 6:30. We looked at some campgrounds and one was hideous. The neighbors were scary, they had a “petting zoo” and a putt-putt course made from old trashcans.
We then decided to go see the hospital where my grandma would be working. She was telling us a little bit about it, and how it looked like the hospital in our home town. She then started telling us about the new heart clinic when she drove into a pothole and blew up the tire. Of course, when this happens its during a downpour and there is thunder and lightning.
A volunteer firefighter comes and changes the tire for my grandma, and by the time hes done, the AAA towtruck is there. We drive to his shop because he said the tire wasn’t good enough to get us the 3 hour highway ride back to Elmira. So in the shop we look at the tire and there is a golf ball sized hole in the tire and it was beyond repair. The repairman ripped apart an old car to get the tire off and in the process we were there for over two hours.
Then things started to get creepy. The repairman started flirting with my grandma. He told her how he was a urologist, an ambulance driver, a painter, and everything under the sun. He then told her how he moved up here from Houston, Texas, and vowed to stay in New York after his wife left him in the 1990′s. Then my grandma was giving me her password to her cell phone and it was her birthyear. The repairman said, “Oh, its 1970.” (I hope not, my mom was born in 1969…) When it was all fixed we were going to get a drink and he followed us down the road. My grandma the whole way home kept asking if he was following us.
We then went to a Best Western to check the rates as my grandmother has yet to find a place to stay. We got in there and there were these annoying little brats running around. She walked up to the desk and waited for the man who appeared to be watching the children to talk to her. He didn’t. He, as she later found out, was made of wax. The fact that he was missing fingers should have tipped her off.
After that happened we went to get ice cream, and my sister found someones wallet and they spent a good half hour trying to find a phone number to call the guy. We finally left and got home and it was after 1. Mom said she left the door unlocked for us… and guess what… it wasn’t unlocked. Its pitch black out, dead silent, and we’re locked out. My grandma called into the house (as no one was answering the door) and mom came and unlocked the door. I went into my room and went to bed.
Now today, Im sick and feel like garbage. “Thanks alot Cooperstown!”
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