Phone call from Courtney tonight:
“MOM! OH MY GOSH, I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO?” (incoherent babble)
“What’s wrong, Courtney?”
“I was going through the car wash. . . OH MY GOSH. . .” (more babble)
“Courtney, I CANNOT understand you. Tell me what’s wrong.”
“Okay. You know the conveyor belt that you’re supposed to drive on? I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO DO! I didn’t know I was supposed to drive on it and I went through. I decided not to do the car wash because I couldn’t figure it out and now I’m stuck. (babble, shriek, babble)”
Dang. I’m not getting a back rub tonight.
After trying to figure out exactly which car wash the incident took place and whether or not she could proceed only to receive hysterics on the other end of the phone, I passed the phone to Joe.
Funny, I could hear Courtney’s voice when she was talking to Joe and she was quite calm. ARRRGGHH! Joe found out where to go and headed out the door (with only minutes left of C.S.I., mind you) while I was unsuccessful at locating the phone number to the gas station online. I did, however, find a site that compared gas prices. Not helpful at the moment.
I stayed on the phone with Courtney while she discovered she could get out of the car and then checked to see if anything was blocking her in front. Her path appeared to be clear, however, after trying to back up only to discover her mirror would be knocked off, she was unsure of moving forward.
Probably a good thing.
She went inside to tell the attendant what happened. The attendant assessed the situation while I stayed on the phone. And then the Joedaddy arrived.
I’m happy to report that Courtney and her car have made it home safely with no damage though her white car looks much dirtier since the dry brushes rubbed against it when Joedaddy drove through. Apparently she was on the side of the thing she was supposed to drive on. Not sure it’s called a conveyor belt, though.
After hearing her tell the attendant that she sometimes has blonde moments, I suggested that the highlights she got yesterday just may have been a little too blonde.
We stood in the kitchen laughing a moment after she made it home. Then she pulled her medicine out of her purse.
“Courtney, why do you have that medicine in your purse,” I asked knowing full well that if she had prescription drugs at school life could be far worse for her than getting stuck in a car wash.
“I left them in my car,” she said.
“Well, you shouldn’t leave them laying around in your car, either.”
“Don’t worry,” she assured me, “they were in my glove department.”
We’re so proud of our honor student.
Laughing….but you know, when I read the title, I thought this was going to be a story about YOU getting stuck in a car wash.
We’ve got to get together again when you have a chance. I want to see Gavin, and I know Wyatt would be happy to play with Sophie…and my twins would love the chance to play with her, too, now that they’re walking.
hahaha I thought this one might be good for a laugh!
Sorry it had to be at Courtney’s expense 
Thanks for writing! Love ya!
Maybe “World’s Funniest Stories ” should be called or the Denham Springs News.
Just think of the Headlines. Honor Roll Student gets Stuck in D.S. Car Wash!!
Next time Courteny just use the hose at home!!!!!!
Ding dong ding dong…. I thought that was Christmas bells I heard ringing….
I love that girl!
Laura
Glove department? How does she transposed these things? Oh yea, it runs in the family… ha! We are fam-ily!
oh lord I have tears streaming down my face. precious!!
I haven’t done that but I have (more than once) locked my keys in my running car at a gas station.
and Keifer says condrections, which is some kind of cross between directions and instructions and construction…it is used in LEGO play of all sorts.
Steff
LOL! I’m glad your daughter and her car made it out in one piece.
-FringeGirl
That is a great story. Made me smile. I was expecting the water to come on at any moment… so glad it didn’t. And that the medicine stayed in the glove department where it should be. XOXO