You may be wondering where I am right now… or not.
I was having a boring night, an ordinary night. I was contemplating going to sleep early. But then, as I was scrolling through facebook, I saw that one of my friends had left something in Santa Monica, and was asking for a ride out there. So, of course I offered to take her.
When we arrived, she got out to go get her stuff, and the other girl that came with us sat in my car with me while it was running. Suddenly it started sputtering, so I pulled into a space and turned it off. Then I prayed. I didn’t really know what to do. When Keyara, the girl who had asked for the ride, returned, we started my car up, and we prayed that everything would be fine, but it wasn’t. The check engine light began to blink on and off and it was sputtering again. I pulled into another spot and turned my car off. At this point I had no idea what to do, so I prayed again and checked all my fluid levels. I don’t know anything about engines, so I called a friend of mine and he offered to come save me. I prayed and called my dad, who suggested I call AAA (duh).
When the tow truck arrived, the driver listened to my engine and watched it shake, like a leaf no less. He said it looked like one of my pistons was loose. I can’t afford to fix anything though. He was going to tow my car back to campus in San Dimas, but he could only take two people, and that was another problem. I called my friend again, and he’s currently on his way. We prayed, and I had Keyara, and the other girl, Cora, go with the tow truck driver, and I said I would wait for my ride, because he knew me and didn’t really know them.
So I walked, alone, in the dark streets of Santa Monica, to the McDonald’s by the pier, a public, open restaurant, with wifi (as if you wouldn’t know what McDonald’s was). Well, apparently McDonald’s at night is teeming with homeless people. I ordered a chocolate dipped ice cream cone, and a homeless man started talking to me. Apparently he ran for president as a write in. And now he wants to run for governor of California. He gave me his card. Then he talked to me about his phone and some solar panel company/nonprofit he wants to start or has started. He saw my camera and kept asking me about my photography, saying he wanted to hire me. He talked me about models. I began writing this post, and noticed another homeless man staring at me, watching me eat my ice cream cone. Oh the joys. Finally, Eric, my ride, arrived to save me. As I got up to leave, the first man asked if he could have my number, but I told him I didn’t have time because my friend was picking me up and had just arrived.
In case you’re wondering, I am now home safe. Not sure what I’m gonna do about my car, or where my keys are, but I’m sure God knows.