Leave The "Driving" To Us (Part 3)

A new rumor had just started. Her license plate had expired. No. Her license had been suspended in Michigan. "Well, who cares, we're in Ohio," I heard one say. The driver came back into the bus. She said that her license had been n suspended in Michigan for a car that she no longer owns. She doesn't understand all of this, but she cannot drive any further. I call Natty and talk to him and my boo about all of it. Steve tells me not to be frustrated. "Everything will work out." At the time I'm still pretty cool about the situation, though, and I brush off his comments. Little did I know how important they really were. The cop then comes in the bus and yells to get our attention. We are pissed already. He tells us the story again. He tells us that he cannot allow her to drive any further because if she were to get in a crash they could sue his division. ("What a comforting notion - I'd let u go but I may get sued...") He followed us to the mall at the next exit. We waited for a driver from Detroit to drive us the rest of the way. They told us it would take 2 hours. I began wishing we were back in Toledo, even the smell of the bus station that took my breath away was better than this. 2 Hours!!

I called Natty again and was ready to bitch to my boo about this entire situation. At this time my humor in the situation faded completely. I was pissed. "I'm so glad that the trooper dropped us off at the mall here in Defiance, I am surrounded by Bob Evans and Sears. Where the fuck am I supposed to go!?" Frantic, an idea came to me. I should record this down. "Imma come back with a story to tell!!!" I said excitedly.

I went into the mall looking at the stuff at the dollar tree. I only got what I needed. A pen, paper, and handfulls of candy. Dinner and my needed tools for under 10 bucks. So fresh!

I was bummed out 'cause they were out of gummi candies when I was crunching on stale Mentos. A Bath and Body Works!! I walked into the store thinking this who situation may not be as bad as I thought it would be. I walked out of the store with 75% their deep hydration conditioner and some hand repair coconut lime verbana lotion. I checked my phone every few minutes. I didn't want to miss my bus. We shouldn't be here for too long. My battery was increasingly getting lower and I started to freak out. I continued walking about the Mall, working on my man-strut in Hicksville. "God, there must be a GAP here... somewhere."

My spirits were increasing. "After I walk through this mall and record this down it'll be time to go. No problem." Boy, I was wrong.