There are situations in life where you feel stuck in a bad novel. You pause for a second and think: how did I get stuck here? What am I doing here and how am I going to get myself out?
Today I was driving to Michelle's house for Juan Ma's birthday dinner and got a phone call... my mom, Pablo and my mom's friends were stuck on a dirt road that leads to the pond of the new neighborhood. They needed me to turn around because they needed the cardboard in the back of my car.
Thoroughly frustrated, I turned around at the new spaghetti junction (not an easy task to do or think through) and drove back.
I drove down the sandy road and finally found them. As I turned me car off, I paused and observed the scene (I really wish I had taken a picture). I saw something out of a bad bad bad novel.
They were literally in the middle of the woods and it was hot, it was muggy, ants and bugs were everywhere. The front part of the car had gotten stuck so everybody was trying to dig it out.
[These were taken before I got there]
Thoroughly confused (and still frustrated) I approached the scene and found this:
We tried that and did not work, the tire started smoking actually... so the mastermind behind the strategies gave it some thought and finally we all broke down and decided to use the cardboard to help create traction.
That did not work either. Pushing did not work either. We even thought about piling on the trunk to create leverage, but then realized it was too dangerous and someone could potentially get run over.
Pablo ended up calling the road side assistance. We locked the car, everybody piled up in my car and we left. Now we wait.
[I guess it could be: To be continued...]