Matt Sharp Saved My Dad's Life
(well... sorta)
(Do you believe in fate?) Yeah, so you all know how we travelled like 5 hours to see Matt Sharp in concert? Well, you've gotta travel 5 hours to get back home, too. Taking that and the blizzard-like conditions into consideration, my parents, particularly my dad, were worried about me. "Mom. Dad. I'm 21 already." They still see me as their little girl, and they're just going to have to get over it come May when I graduate, but that's another long, boring rant. It didn't help when my headlamps never came on and we didn't notice until after we left Chicago (and we wondered why people kept flashing their lights at us). The brights worked, though, so we drove on them. I called home to see if my dad knew anything about it. He sells parts at a car dealership, maybe he'd know something more. He didn't but he flipped out even more about me, wanting me to pull into a service station as soon as possible, but that's kind of hard when you're on the toll road going through the ghetto called Gary, Indiana. He called back periodically to see where we were and if we went to a gas station. "No, dad." We didn't have the opportunity to safely exit off into a gas station until we reached Kalamazoo where I called my dad. Then, the keys wouldn't come out of my ignition and in my sleep deprived state of mind, freaked out until I played with the steering wheel. The keys came out and the headlamps came back on. Yay! My dad still stayed up though, waiting for me to give him a call once I reached Mt. Pleasant. Because my dad stayed up that late, he slept in for work the next day, so he was running late. Every morning, my dad passes this a**hole driver travelling in the opposite direction at this specific point every morning. That morning, that a**hole driver hit a garbage truck causing this nasty accident where, in another vehicle involved, a baby died and the parents were badly injured. Yeah, I know, it's really morbid. Anyway, because my dad was running late, because he was up late worrying about me, because I travelled 5 hours back home, because I had to see Matt Sharp in Chicago, he missed the accident. So, I guess, Matt Sharp saved my dad's life or at least kept him from injury, but, you know...
- Becca
