Shelly and the girls headed out to attend a 2nd cousins wedding in SLC on Thursday whilst I headed south to see Elder Ballard throw out the first pitch at the Dodgers Mormon night.
Shelly, upon arriving in Las Vegas that evening calls and says that the passenger side rear wheel is squealing.
At this time I am at the ball park and it has not begun to get too loud so I can hear her on the phone.
She has Farah hold the phone by the tire as she drives it and sure enough it is squealing badly.
I am now starting to think that I am going to have to make a rescue trip to Vegas.
Pep Boys says that the rear bearings are shot and the front ones don't look so good either.
It is now past 7:30 in the evening and Pep boys say that they can fix it in the morning after they get the parts in for it.
(Thank goodness for texting because at this point the game I was at was in full swing and there was not a place to be found where you could hear a phone conversation.)
I suggested that I should come and swap out vehicles and they could continue on even though I know that they don't like to travel in the truck. But they had assured Shelly that they would get it fixed in the morning first thing and they could be on their way.
Long story short.
They got the wrong parts not once but twice and it was after 7:00 pm Friday night before they actually got back on the road.
The girls were less than thrilled with this side trip.
At 2:00 am this morning they were in Nephi so I guess they might make the wedding after all, and since Shelly is actually DJing the reception all is ending well.
I am going back to work now so that I can pay for this little adventure.
So Everybody Better Dance!
Shelly, upon arriving in Las Vegas that evening calls and says that the passenger side rear wheel is squealing.
At this time I am at the ball park and it has not begun to get too loud so I can hear her on the phone.
She has Farah hold the phone by the tire as she drives it and sure enough it is squealing badly.
I am now starting to think that I am going to have to make a rescue trip to Vegas.
Pep Boys says that the rear bearings are shot and the front ones don't look so good either.
It is now past 7:30 in the evening and Pep boys say that they can fix it in the morning after they get the parts in for it.
(Thank goodness for texting because at this point the game I was at was in full swing and there was not a place to be found where you could hear a phone conversation.)
I suggested that I should come and swap out vehicles and they could continue on even though I know that they don't like to travel in the truck. But they had assured Shelly that they would get it fixed in the morning first thing and they could be on their way.
Long story short.
They got the wrong parts not once but twice and it was after 7:00 pm Friday night before they actually got back on the road.
The girls were less than thrilled with this side trip.
At 2:00 am this morning they were in Nephi so I guess they might make the wedding after all, and since Shelly is actually DJing the reception all is ending well.
I am going back to work now so that I can pay for this little adventure.
So Everybody Better Dance!
4 comments:
I heard that song for the first time today on the radio.
Hope they had fun afterall, cause care woes are never enjoyable.
O.K. not the radio, it was XM.
I like your title- very clever! We really missed YOU this trip! I'm sure the feeling is not mutural! LOL
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