When I moved to Metro Detroit I had always lived with a minimum of four people until after I got married. During the time in question I was living with my boyfriend and future ex-husband, my cousin Chad, and one of their friends Shaun. We lived in Auburn hills at the time and pretty much every night was a party. And of course, at this point the one person that was there for every party was Robin.
Sure.... she looks innocent enough... but you add in certain factors like, me, a bottle of rum, and an idea.... and well... the crazy comes out.
So on this particular night it wasn't really a party, more like the roommates, Robin, and myself were just kicking back and knocking back the drinks. And I mentioned a funny story to Robin. Which led us on a crazy adventure that we kept secret for many years.
If you live in Michigan you realize that there are seasons.... there is Fall, Winter, and Construction. I had told Robin a story about how I had always dreamt of stealing an orange barrel. Now I had known Robin for a while at this point and I had learned to read her facial expressions by now... and the expression she was showing at that moment was mischievous. So... she gave me a look and then sweetly turned to the boys and informed them that she wanted some ice cream and said that she was going to go get some with me (yea... I know.... drinking and driving is bad... but we hadn't had that much yet).
So Robin and I get in the car and discuss the fact that the road that I lived off of was under construction and we devised a master plan on how we were finally going to steal me an orange barrel.
The plan: Go to Seven Eleven, get the ice cream, pull out of the parking lot, stop, I would pop the trunk, Robin would get out and quickly grab a barrel and throw it in the trunk, and we would head home.
Good plan right?
Well it went smooth until we got to the popping of the trunk and realized that I didn't have a button inside my car to pop the trunk inside my car.
FAIL.
New plan: Pull back into the parking lot of Seven Eleven, get out and unlock the trunk and leave it open, repeat previous plan.
But... when I stopped the trunk closed on it's own and.... was once again locked.
DOUBLE FAIL.
At this point there was a little bit of traffic, it was raining, it was dark out, and I wasn't wearing my glasses.... so we took off once more and tried to find a place to turn around... we were not giving up on this adventure.... after all... we weren't quitters. So, as we were discussing our new plan of action I was trying to find a driveway to turn around in. I thought I saw one... I asked Robin if that was a driveway coming up. She agreed it was. So I turned into it.... and it wasn't a driveway.... oh no.... it was an extremely deep ditch. And just like that it was a Triple Fail.
So here we are... Robin and I sitting in my car.... which was sitting in a ditch... that was so deep that no amount of hitting the gas was getting us out. All I could think about was the fact that my boyfriend was going to KILL me for doing something so stupid. I was stuck! I had been drinking! I was attempting to steal! AHHHHHHH!
I could not see a way out of the situation. Robin just shrugged, got out of the car, and pushed as I hit the gas and before I knew it we were out of the ditch.
We both laughed our asses off about how stupid the situation had been, we ultimately gave up on the orange barrel (mainly due to the fact that we had been gone for too long at this point), we went back to the apartment, and we never told them what had happened. It was our little secret.
A few months ago a company was doing some work on the parking lot at my store, and I couldn't help but laugh about the fact that there were orange barrels everywhere. I called Robin to tell her about them, and how sad I was that she wasn't here to help me take one.
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