It's goin' on 11:00pm, & Brett, my ma, Lee & I are all waitin'. We got here at about 9:00pm. I go up to the lady at the desk & ask how/where we get the boxes for our bikes. She says, "We don't have any." & goes on to say (while I'm slowly startin' to flip out) that they're out of them, but that they ordered some & we find out, well, we can come back a different day to leave. On a day they have boxes.
Well, isn't that just wonderful. I almost start to cry. We have 2 hrs to come up w/our own boxes big enough to fit bikes in. Brett says he can go through the dumpsters around here & find some boxes & they'll get some duct tape. My mom says that's wishful thinking. Brett & my mom leave, & Lee & I go to sit down. 2 men were putting their bikes in boxes & Lee was wonderin' how they got 'em. "Cause some man brought them out for them. So I say I'll go ask.
They were from Victoria, Canada & were here for a biking commute or something & they were headed back to Seattle also & takin' a ferry to Canada. (The train has just started moving)-Anyway!- Um...the boxes were theirs. & they already overheard we had none. So I tell 'em- yah- they're lookin' through dumpsters right now.
I go back to sit down, knowing I need to pray soon. So eventually I get up, tell Lee I'm goin' to pee, lock myself in a stall, plug my ears to completely zone out, & pray. Pray that everything works out. & this & that & this & that. Then I pee, come back out & sit down w/out a worry or care. Knowing that soon Brett & I will be on the train talking about how freaked out we were (& we recently did just that).
Brett & my mom arrive soon after & from then on, the 3 of us, plus the other two biker guys from Canada, are puttin' together our own boxes. & now we're sittin' down w/ everyone else in the car asleep, hittin' some Jack Daniels.
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