my encounter

so i took nikkis car to blockbuster so I could return a movie for her; actually, i took nikkis car three blocks down the road before running into something (no idea what it was) and hearing the front right tire make a huge squealing noise.

First, I turned on the hazard lights (I knew exactly where they were because I paid attention in drivers ed, ya'll), then I jumped out of the car and a good ten feet away. In my mind, if anything goes wrong with a car it WILL EXPLODE. I think that assumption comes from American television and from seeing a VW bug spontaneously combust in front of my high school when I was a freshman.

After a few moments without any exploding, I got back in and moved forward a little. More huge squealing. I then proceeded to do what I do anytime is wrong with a car: call the boy I have a crush on.

In this case that boy is in Idaho (so inconvenient) so all he could do was point out that I couldn't get the spare out of the trunk because it is screwed in there.

Finally, I called Nikki and told her about the crazy happs' (yo), and she walked down the street. Luckily I have this amazing talent where people in my family very rarely get mad at me when I do something stupid, instead they come in with the preconceived notion that I am hilarious and they just laugh. So Nikki is laughing, I get as far as getting all those screws off the leaky tire but then we have to call our neighbor to help with the rest because Lord knows I do not know what a jack does and the instructions were written in Japanese (thanks alot Mitsubishi. Way to think ahead).

As our glistening, shirtless, Australian neighbor was changing the tire, Nikki and I went on hunt for the hubcaps (i think thats what they are called? the things that cover the tires screw parts? hahaha I sound so special). We only found one of them.....

Upon realizing my hands were covered in blue gunk (totally serious) and finding no huge object in the middle of the road that would have caused scrapes on the side of the tires, we concluded I had some sort of other-worldly experience here.

The solid metal creature laid in the road as a sign of friendship, I ran him over, he grabbed one of the hubcaps (thinking it was a transport device) and fled the scene.

what other explanation is there?


(just for the record, 80% of this story is true. thats way more than usual, and yes, one of those truths is that we have a hot australian neighbor)