On the Run

place: 20 feet from entering onramp for I70-my car-next to a cemetary
time: 11:40pm tuesday nov. 6, 2007
characters: real life-jess / me

"so they run to the back of the cliff and run as fast and hard as they can-when they reach the end they jump off and scream RADIOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO-"
after laughing at the joke, jess turns her head forward just in time to see something in the road, "what is that?"
"huh?"
*rump rump bang!*
"*&$^!-what was that?"
"ummm, i don't know. no big deal, i don't see blood".
"ohh i think it was a cone."
"ok. no big deal".
*brump. brump. brump*
*silent stares foward and then at each other*
"what is THAT?"
being the genius that she is, "the motor"
"ummm, no erica, i think it's stuck"
"what?"
"the cone!"
"ooh...let's pull over"
pulling over next to the cemetary, laughing, each exits the car bending over in the dark lonely highway seaching for the bright orange cone. finally, under the engine.
"here, watch for po's"
"roger that"
thankful that she decided not to get her nails done, and very glad she listened to her weather.com telling her that the exact temperature at 11pm tuesday night would be 40*, the passenger squats down low enough to grab hold and work her magic to unleash the very stuck cone. after much heaving, yanking, and a few gravel bruises, out pops the cone-orange, glowing and all. much like a real birth...well, not really. feeling it to be the only obvious choice, the cone was placed in the back of the car and continued toward manhattan-home.
47 minutes later. silence.
"erica-"
"yeah jess"
"we have a cone in the back of your car"
"life's great huh?!"