Pretty soon I will need an escalator - or an elevator - maybe even a helicopter.
I guess you could call this a comedy of errors - only trouble is - it is not funny.
It is Saturday April 26. On vacation. Minding my own business. On basically deserted old route 66 in Illinois. No cars behind me. No car coming by me in the north bound lane. I was in the south bound lane.
Should have been a piece of cake. Ended up being in an accident. Luckily no one was hurt, but no one, not even the State cops could figure out exactly what happened. I know what happened. My un-friendly ghost from home hooked a ride and caused more havoc.
And he continues to cause havoc almost a month later, and you can hear him laughing his fool head off.
While the police were scratching their heads I was on my cell phone, first calling Triple A to arrange for a tow truck, then calling State Farm to report the accident. Then back on the phone with Triple A. The tow truck that was supposed to be there in 20 minutes was not there in 45. That's the reason for the second call to Triple A. All thanks to ghost who caused the mix-up.
They gave the tow truck driver the wrong location. Finally the State Trooper took the phone and gave them very specific directions on where to find me, then waited until they arrived.
In the meantime back on the phone with the insurance company when the ghost Zapped my phone, snaped, crackled, poped, and died. Dead. Gone.
Tow truck arrived, took the car and us to a body shop in Bloomington Illinois, then took us to get a rental car.
First on the agenda was getting lodging for the night. Second was trip to WalMart to get new cell phone. Third getting phone activated. Fourth trying to figure out the new phone. Fifth another trip to WalMart to get help with the phone.
This was all on Saturday April 26. Had to wait until Monday for the insurance adjuster to take a look at the car.
Tuesday Tuesday April 29 was advised the car would be laid up for 'about' six weeks. By then Mr. Ghost was rolling around holding his sides he was laughing so hard.
Contacted Triple A. They connected me up with another Towing company. Made arrangements to have car picked up and hauled back to Wheeling to the local body shop. They would even let us ride back with the driver. In the tow truck. Half a mile from the road into the cab. Three ring circus. Ghost hysterical.
Tow truck driver picked us up on Wednesday April 30 early in the morning at the car rental place where I had to go to return the car. From there to the body shop, load the car on the flat-bed and then head for Wheeling. It is now 4 days since the accident. One good thing - Nancy and I had our first lunch at an original WHITE CASTLE hamburger joint, on our way back to Wheeling. Below is Nancy and our tow truck driver.
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To be continued. In the mean-time does any know of any way to do away with the ghost. He just keeps sockin it to me.
And the rabbit hole just keeps getting deeper, and deeper, and deeper.
Have a good day and God Bless.
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