As many of you already know I have been working at the HPER during the night on my thesis since I took my computer in for repairs. Last night I was leaving the HPER about midnight when I was startled by a high school girl. The girl came running out of nowhere and asked if she could use my phone. I was a bit frightened/nervous, so I did the typical thing... I questioned her.
Apparently she was an FFA member (state convention was this weekend), and had gone to the FFA dance at the Barn. Her twin sister was suppose to pick her up twenty minutes after the dance. However, now 45 minutes after the dance the sister had not arrived. I asked if she could call her FFA advisor at the hotel. Nope.. they were from a nearby town and had been driving back and forth, so her sister was the only one to get her home.
I handed over my phone. The twin sister had apparently shut off her phone or it had died because it went straight to voicemail. Now the girl was calling the twin sister's boyfriend (this is who the twin sister was suppose to be hanging out with)... he answered but the sister had not been there all night.
By this time the girl was starting to get a little teary. I asked if maybe the twin sister had been drinking and could drive to get her... this made the girl cry. I apologized. I asked if maybe the twin sister had fallen asleep at a friends house... according to the girl that would never happen.
I was really had no idea what to do because I had Scoot and couldn't give her a ride back. The girl asked if she could just wait inside the HPER and then I could leave. Not a chance, I thought. If this girl did something or something happened to her my butt would be in big trouble! I told the girl I wasn't going to leave her, but someone needed to be contacted. I tried to convince her to call her parents, but the girl didn't want to rat out her sister.
The pathetic thing was that each time we saw a car pass the girl would say "I think that might be her!" It never was her sister's mini-van.
Honestly a lot of thoughts few through my head during this time. Here were some: "thank goodness the girl isn't dressed like a hoocha mama," "what happened to the twin sister," "why can't this girl go stay with the boyfriend on campus," "If anything happens to this girl I will never be able to live with myself," and "this is so typical of me... always having a crazy story."
Then I had a brilliant idea. I was going to call the cops to handle this girl. Luck would have it a cop was just rounding the corner and I waved him down. After explaining the situation, the Brookings cop started to talk to the girl about how irresponsible she was and she had to call her parents. The girl busted out in tears. Omgoodness. The girl wanted me to stay (I don't even know the girl's name), but the cop told me to go. Talk about internal dialectical tension at its finest! I awkwardly stood by the cop car until 12:45 a.m. and decided that I probably should leave. I told the girl good luck and drove off on Scoot.
I don't know what happened to the girl. For all I know she could have slept in the Brookings Sheriff's office three houses down. But I do know that single handedly I probably got two sisters grounded, made two parents upset, and created a boyfriend/girlfriend fight. I sometimes wonder how I attract these situations.
When I have kids I am limiting their fun to a ten foot leash.
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