Thursday, December 10, 2009

Hit and run... almost

We had an interesting experience this past Sunday. We were driving home from a church, the name of which escapes us, but we do know the pastor's name was Victor Vega(we never saw that spelled so if that is incorrect you can let us know, Aunt Kara). We had a good service there and the people seemed nice then we went to their house where they fed us. Sis. Vega made really good empanadas, on which Andrew pretty much stuffed himself. Then they proceeded to bring out some kind of beets, an unknown variation of what looked like potato salad, their oldey classic tomato and lettuce salad, something similar to cole slaw, and cucumbers. But never fear, non-herbivores, or carnivores if you prefer, they then brought out chorizo, which looked a little suspicious due to the fact that they were about a tenth of the circumference of all the other chorizo we've seen down here and beef that we never hear the name of. The meal was pretty decent, but the empanadas were the best part, to quote someon from Louis L'Amour, "All things considerd it was feast." The people there seemed to be very generous and they gave Andrew, Anthony and Austin shirts that are the national Argentin soccer jerseys(I just love writing in third person).After sitting around and watching the Sponslers and them yak at each other for a while and getting in a few swigs of mate we left. That was where the real exhileration of the trip came into play. Andrew attempted to stretch out in the back, unfortunately he wasn't very successful, but he did manage to fall asleep for a while(I tell you third person writing can really get confusing). We belive Dad and Austin and Sis. Sponsler had also nodded off.We were driving down a freeway in pretty heavy traffic when suddenly Andrew and everyone else asleep were jolted awake, no that "jolted" was not meant as a colorful verb but a realistic expression of what happened. Sitting bolt upright we looked back to see a man probably in his fifties and a woman grinnig like the couple of apes that they were. Yes dear reader,(you have to love those Wally McCdoogle quotes) they had rear ended us, in case you are a little foggy on what we mean by that, Tony, here it is this rather dull fellow(can't you tell we're trying to be nice hear) came as James from Monroe would say, zippin' along about 75 mile an hour, then swerved in between us and a bus and couldn't stop in time thus running into the back the car. In your sane American mind you are probably thinking okay no biggie Bro. Sponsler and this other guy who for the sake of clearity we shall call, Bernie get out of their cars examine the damage done, exchange phone numbers, insurance information and pleasantries then we go on merrily down the road. However, there is a fly in the ointment so to speak, something to do with that whole sane American thing and the fact that we are not in America but rather Argentina where you can't tell the drunk drivers from the sober ones, either that or they're all drunk. So grinnig all the way our dear Bernie drives off. But being the great champion of truth, justice and the American way that he is and he was tired and stressed, Bro. Sponsler brilliantly feigns exiting the freeway while our man Bernie thinks everything is just peachy, and then in a surprise move swerves over accelerates and gives chase to the Bernie, without seeing the little crash you might just think he was an average Argentine driver. He rolls down his window and begins to shout something at him as our cars pull to neck and neck. Mabye they were exchanging cheerful greetings and their mothers' maiden names but that wasn't the impression we got. Anyways after much yelling and arm/hand gesticulation Bernie here decides to pull over. He gets out of his car and walks back to talk with Bro. Sponsler. As it turned out, there was no damage done probably because Bernie was driving an old Fiat tin/plastic can. Here we were chanting "fight, fight, fight" and expecting them to come to blows any minute, and all they did was exchange a few words and get back in their cars. Why after all that big, bad, burly, balding Bernie simply gets in his car and he was walkin past our car he bids Sis. Sponsler a ,"Buenos tardes, Senora." Anyway that was pretty exciting for a while, and we really didn't cotton much to Bernie.

4 comments:

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  2. Wow! Sounds like quite the adventure. You know it always seems like when you are having the greatest of times things always seem to happen like someone crashing into you. Well at least there's another story for your grandchildren. HAHA!

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  3. Wow. Glad you guys are ok! The whole James from Monroe thing had me laughing out loud! Can't wait to hear more about this story in person!!!! Next WEEK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

    Angela

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  4. YOU'VE ONLY GOT A FEW MORE HOURS, YOU'VE ONLY GOT A FEW MORE DAYS!!! Can't wait to see ya guys again!

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