My favorite game was when the contestants would be sent to their home towns to find people who shared their names with someone famous. They would bring back all the people they found and introduce them on the show. I forget the specifics of other sketches, but I remember it was hysterical.
It's the title of the show that I'm thinking about today--especially the consequences part. I got a good lesson in consequences for my actions this week that made my Valentine's Day pretty expensive. In fact, I think I'm going to use my experience as a teaching tool in young women's under the value of "Choice and Accountability."
I offered to drive an older woman in our ward to the hospital to visit someone in the hospital. I needed to go and make a visit of my own, so why not go together and save her the multiple bus transfers and the time? It was a hectic day, but I found the time and picked her up. We got there and I decided to park in a lot where I knew I was not supposed to park. It's posted. We took in a smiley face balloon and a card and had a fairly good visit, despite the fact that when we got there, our friend was completely covered--over her head and tucked in all the way around--a little scary. We didn't stay very long, about 30 minutes, start to finish. When we got back to the lot, my rugged Montana with super hero symbols on it was nowhere to be found.
Towed.
There we are: me and a 75 year old with no way to get home. I called the number on the sign that I should've heeded and found that the yard was about 5 blocks away. As Shirley and I were discussing the option of her waiting on the bus bench while I walked there and back, the guy who called the tow-truck came over and offered us a ride. He got us there and you'd think the story would end there but, NOOOOO.
I'm not on the registration--only Keith. That's a great story. When Keith bought me the van, as a Mother's Day gift, we had all 3 kids with us. It was fun, to say the least. Lucy fell in an ant bed--a red, mean, biting, ant bed, and then while we were finishing the paperwork, she shut Mikey's hand in the door of one of the models on the showroom floor. Hence, I was off with my 2 year old when the signing happened.
Okay, back to this story. Since I was not the registered owner of the car, did I have proof if insurance maybe that would have my name on it? Sure. I walked back over to the car and produced it. Oh good he said, you can get it, BUT, since you aren't the registered owner, it will have to be cash. No credit cards. $275.00 CASH.
I'm in a really not good neighborhood with a senior citizen and no ATMs to be found. I had to call a friend to come get us, take me to an ATM and then bring us back. She said was would come. YAH!
Nope. Still not over. She called to say she couldn't find the street, at which point my cell phone went dead.
I got out enough that she found us and we went and got the cash.
We got back with time to spare before they closed and I had to produce the documents again with my driver's licence for him to make copies and then he just said thank you, you can go. Well everyone knows you can't get $275 from an ATM--I handed him $280. He made me ask for my change. It was quite a day to say the least.
It was a poor choice. With consequences. Consequences I thought somehow wouldn't apply to me.
Choice and Accountability.
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