It's 2AM ish and I've had one of those freak you out icky dreams where you wake up angry at your totally innocent spouse, but you want to kill him/her anyways. Don't turn off the TV on me and head up to the room where you live with your old flame, in a house full of rock and roll, goths doing laundry and expect me not to tear up those, learn how to be a paralegal, binders Mister. Grrr.
I'm on the phone today with Sis#3, (my SIL), and we're talking garage sales and complaining about the usual when all of a sudden she says, "Oh my God!" I'm all like, "What?" #3 repeats a bit louder, "Oh My God!!" To shorten this a bit let's just say I continued asking, "What?" for each, "OH MY GOD!!!" About three, "OH MY GODs," into this, she begins hysterically screaming in obvious fear and I've got a really bad feeling something is horribly wrong. Suddenly it sounds like she turned up the car radio so loud that I can no longer hear her screams and then it goes quiet. I'm like, "WTH? Are you okay?" #3 answered, "Yes. We were almost hit by a train."
#3 and her hubby were pulling a trailer filled with her new exercise equipment, and had to cross a railroad track. The stop light had gone yellow and the car in front of them stopped which had them leaving their trailer on the track. All of a sudden they hear ding, ding, ding, and the bar that blocks off the traffic slams down on the exercise equipment. They can't move forward because there is a car in front of them and the bar is pinning the trailer in place. So #3's hubby does a pull over to the side which rips the metal railroad bar off of the pole. They just missed the train.
The light goes green and they head off with the traffic, all the while I'm asking questions. When I realize what's happened I tell them they need to pull over and call the railroad, the police, or the railroad police. It's at this point where they get pulled over and I tell #3 call me back and let me know what happened.
The first cop was a jerk and was going on about them doing a hit and run. Maybe it's me, but common decency dictates that you should ask if anyone was hurt and realize that ain't nobody thinking nothing after almost getting hit by a train, but "Crap, we're ALIVE!" Of course #3's hubby is repeating, "OhmyGodI'mgoingtojailandIwasalmostkilled." When #3 starts to tell the cop it was more like they were hit, hubby tells her to hush because this cop is so angry. When the third cop showed up, the professional one, he said he was glad that no one was hurt and listened to their version of what happened. God bless all good cops who have cool heads and the ability to listen before making judgments. No ticket was written. No one went to jail. It did not, however, end well. The exercise equipment was damaged and they were informed that they were going to have to pay to replace the railroad bar thingie.
So I tell Sis #2, (my little sister), and mom what happened and #2 starts laughing and said, "Oh my God, I called #3 today and she sounded so tired and depressed and irritated, so I asked her if everything was okay and she said, 'you have no idea...' Sis #2 and I always find the total understated manner of #3 hysterical. Me, I'm a drama queen and would have repeated the story in full detail along with the imho mandatory description of how I had to clean my underwear afterward. Sis #3? Well not so much.
Sorry it's now 3:30AM ish and I'm just not into proofreading. My anger has ebbed and dear J is soundly sleeping unaware that I wanted to skin him alive an hour ago. Night night.