Well well well, it seems that winter is upon us. For the second time this week, it has taken me an hour and a half to get to work. I leave 15-20 minutes early and still arrive 15-20 minutes late. So rude! I know it is my choice to live in Salt Lake and work in Ut County, so I'm not complaining, per se. It would have taken me a long time to get to any job I had, unless it was working from home.
This morning, like Tuesday, the drive was just slow, not so much scary. I am very thankful for a good car--Mitsubishi Outlander (AWD) with amazing studded tires! (Thanks Dax!!!) They are like glue on the road, it's incredible.
Well, Saturday, I witnessed one of the funniest things I have ever seen. Not all the events in this story, I know, but no one was hurt, except perhaps the ego of the C.H. policeman. I was coming out of the church parking lot only to discover that someone had ran off the road, mowed down the stair rails by the church and narrowly missed hitting the church before turning the car around. I came upon the mishap just as the occupants were exiting the car, unharmed. (I'm sure hearts were pounding, though.) I grabbed my phone to dial 911 to report the incident and turned my car around to see if I could help. As I did so, a Cottonwood Heights patrol car was coming down the road. He just happened on the accident, so he pulled over, and flipped his lights on and I told dispatch that someone was there to help, so we hung up and I turned around in the church parking lot.
As I was coming out of the parking lot, all of the sudden I see the patrol car slowly moving down the road...without a driver. Not even three seconds later, I see the policeman running as fast as he can (in slick cowboy boots) after his car..which is gaining some momentum and heading into on-coming traffic. He's waving his arms all over the place, trying not to fall on his behind, and trying to catch up to the car. He finally did so, jumped into the car, and pulled the emergency brake seconds before crashing into the cement wall. He quickly pulled his car out of that lane and off to the other (correct) side of the road, and put his head down.
I was laughing and laughing (only after I realized everyone was ok) and laughed some more. The joke was on me, though. I looked down at my hand to discover that my favorite ring had come off my hand. (It's somewhere in the church parking lot, I'm sure. I had just removed 6 inches of snow off my hands, which shrink in cold, and my ring was flung off.) I looked for an hour. Called my mom bawling, and looked some more.
I know it's just a ring, but that ring meant a lot to me, and it was beautiful, and it made my manly hand more beautiful. It's a sign....I'm not meant to be married. I lose rings :(
So, I keep repeating "Funny Cottonwood Heights cop!" to remind me of the funny thing that happened on the way home from the church.
