5. I was driving to a place in Catonsville. That joint was during the traffic hour on rt. 40 like 4-5:30ish and the road were packed. I was freaking out because I had to make my delievery by 5:45PM, it said on the instructions. This is pretty wild because I had deliever a vase filled with 2 dozen roses. The thing is I was stuck dude, cars laid out like sardines in a can, hot 90 degree weather, almost like that charcoal commerical where all the cars are retarded and people are having a barbque on the freeway, it was horrible. Then suddenly, I saw an opening, A hole that would take me to the promise land, take me to victory, SHAWSHANK REDEMPTION type of Freedom, like when the main character was in the rain on his knees with his arms spread open to the sky, YES THAT KIND OF FREEDOM!
Anywho I tried to take it fast, quick signal and everything. I hit the lane with my sentra and was driving all fine until a man came zooming out into the lane with no signal. Oh man people who don't signal drive me up the wall, but in this particular case it was tragic. I see him a lil too late stop the car and veer left a slight bit. I thought I was all fine and dandy until i hear the *SPLASH*. I turn to the passenger seat and realize my flowers are GONE!!! I look down at the floor, a puddle of water all over the place, random leaves in random areas floating around, vase at a 45 degree angle and no water to show for it.
(Just to take a quick timeout, this is one of the multiple "What the F" moments in delivering. I mean some of my friends love the job, I hear ya, it can be somewhat relaxing on Good days, yet, You come across one of these moments, and the water turns your seats brown, and people come into your car and it looks like someone took a crap on your seats. Yes ITS "WHAT THE F"! )
Anywho, Too get back into it, One must ask him or herself what do I do!? How do I get water into my vase, and not be questioned by people, why I have a big ass vase in my hand. The story continues with me stopping by taco bell. off of rt. 40, That jammies in my mind had a door in which led to the bathroom on the side, and was no where near the cashier area. I quickly tried to be a cat burglaresk, but common dude my frame, my weight, and my lack of coordination is no where near cat burglaresk! HAHA regardless I rush in fill that Jammies up and run out like a immigrant trying to hit the U.S border. Crazy! I get in my car, weave through the traffic, rearrange the flowers to somewhat look like they haven't been tossed out and broken and delivered the goods. This is my #5 of all time crazy moments in the flower shop.
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