The End of A Soggy Saga ;)

Part of me secretly wished I still could not be heard over the two-way, that some driver in a shining wrecker would chance by, see my predicament and rescue me, with my biggest task being how to convince my cargo to keep the rescue a secret.  Only in the movies.

“Where are you, 22?” came the response from base.

At least I was not leaning treacherously toward a deep ditch, or buried to the axle where a culvert was supposed to be, or worse yet, blocking traffic. I was sitting in a gravel driveway, facing the road, which was about twenty feet from my front wheels.  My rear wheels, though, were mired in the mud at the back of the driveway.

To facilitate the communication, which quickly became confusing – with base and boss both trying  to communicate with me at the same time – I cut off the helicopter whirring of the defrosters and the rhythmic beating of the wipers. That helped offset, too, the crescendo of complaints coming from the cargo behind me.

To assess the situation himself, my bus boss had grabbed an incoming bus and driver and a long yellow towrope, and had headed in my direction.  Understandable directions to that particular driveway were not easy for me to convey; I’m sure he could not visualize where on my route I was sitting.  He knew every road in the county, and he probably thought I had left it…along with my senses. Apparently still disoriented from driving backwards, I could not pinpoint my location accurately.

“What’s your 20?” said base to boss.

“E highway.”

He was getting closer, but he was still in the fog about my exact 20.  Then I had it, a good indication of my whereabouts!

“22 to boss…I’m at the house for sale by owner just past the drive of the house where I used to pick up the two high school girls whose mother had all the horses.”

All that detail.  He would know for sure now!

“Boss to 22…Why don’t you teach your kids some French while you’re waiting?”

So much for clear communication.  He mut have decided he could do better following his nose, and wanted me to stay off the radio.

My muddled mind in the muddy bus could not fathom how another  bus could help the situation.  How would it back up to me to pull me out?  There was hardly room for one to boogie, much less two to tango.

But my bus boss and the other driver (wouldn’t you know it would be the one who taught me how to drive a bus) did it with ease. I think they had the situation scoped out before they even came to a complete stop at the entrance to the driveway.  They pulled in, attached the towrope, shifted the cargo in the bus all to one side – I filed that trick for a next time – backed up a few yards, and voilà!

They didn’t add to my humiliation by not using the towrope, or by backing the rescue bus into the same spot to turn around and head back to school. They let me be the lookout as they backed up to my original intended turnaround, the golf course parking lot.  My pride recovering, I delivered the rest of the precious cargo, mysteriously muffled, and wondered about tomorrow’s weather.

About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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2 Responses to The End of A Soggy Saga ;)

  1. Freeda Baker Nichols says:

    Congratulations on starting your blog. Found out about it when reading Roland’s blog. I think I need to start a blog, too. Good job, Teresa.

    • gleefulee says:

      Oh, do start one, Freeda! It’s fun learning how, and I still don’t know everything about wordpress, but that’s okay. And it keeps in the forefront what I learned during our week together…practice makes better, I hope! 🙂

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