e at the car a little longerhoping the car would tell us what it needed. There were only five minutes of stretching time left, and we were still stranded tenminutes away from school. We are so dead, I thought to myself. As we stood there,Allison went to call for help. She came shuffling back, Well the good news is we have aride the bad news is Mills is *censored*ing pissed.Shit! we uttered. I mean I could see why she would be a little upset because itwas thirty minutes before our big game, and her starting line up was stranded at theAmoco station instead of being at the field for warm ups. It was thirty minutes before the game, we had missed warm ups and we werescared of what Mills was going to do to us, but wait, our chariot was there. Hooray! wesang in harmony. Unfortunately, our chariot was a Jeep. A Jeep can hold two peoplecomfortably three is all right, but six was not possible. If you have ever seen a clown car then you know how we fit into our mouse hole ride. In the front was the driver and twopassengers, in the back was two people in the seats and one was lying across them. I wasin the front with Kristens rear end crushing my legs. Needless to say, it was the longestten-minute ride I had ever been on. Not only was I into a small bucket seat but also atevery bump in the road Kristins bum was digging more and more into my leg.We finally arrived two minutes before crunch time. As we drove onto the field,we were greeted by boisterous cheering from our loyal fans ( I guess someone had toldthem). We staggered and fell out of our clown mobile, all red as stop signs, hurriedlyentered the playing field. We did win the game, and I learned a valuable lesson from thewhole experience. I learned that if you are going to go to get a snack before a big game,then go in a car that has fallen apart fewer than five times....
