by avalen » Sat Dec 12, 2009 3:31 pm
the "stranded in Yuma" story.......
way back when I first came to Arizona (2001) one weekend my son said lets go
to Algodones Mexico. He invited his friend or should we say maybe it was his
friends idea, he said he would pay for a rental van as we had my two grandsons
as well and the friend was a rather large man. They needed me because I was
the only one with a drivers license. We go down, walk across and proceed down
into the town and off to the right where they said the pharmacies were. The
two of them go in several pharmacies, and I'm cruising the shops with my grand
sons. Spend the day and proceed back. All is well until those two guys started
bickering back and forth. Pulled into Yuma and into a gas station convenience
store and everyone wants to eat. Ok, McDonalds across the street and some
other one, maybe Wendys or Jack n Box? right next door. The friend wanted
the place next door and the boys wanted McDonalds. Not a problem for me,
but the friend got totally pist and they really started arguing. The youngest
grandson was standing out there between them and as the friend pushed him
into an oncoming car and my son grabbed him and directed him to me where
I was with the van door open I grabbed him up over me and sorta flung him
into the back seat. The two guys were fist fighting in the gas station, punching
each other and someone called the police. Police came and talked to both of them,
come to find out they had been to the pharmacies loading up on drugs that they
could sell, mostly "Soma" I was flabbergasted, I had no idea, but this is when I
started getting my drug education. So the police confiscated their drugs, told
them it was illegal since they didn't have a prescription for them. Since the
two guys were so mad at each other the big guy said he wasn't riding in the
same vehicle as my son. Cops asked who's vehicle it was, it was a rental under
the big guys name and he had no license. The big guy wouldn't give me the keys
and he paid a girl at the convenience store to drive the van over to a motel next
door and sobered up. My son and I and the boys went across the street to another
motel and with my debit card we got a room and proceeded to try to get a hold
of relatives in Phoenix to bring my car down and come and get us. Had to tell
them where I had an extra set of keys stashed in my room for my car as well as
one of their little children to crawl through the dog door and unlock the house.
I also told them to put oil in the car before they left as I knew it was low on oil.
They never did put oil in it but they did put a little gas in it, enough to get them
to Yuma. Then of course when they picked us up I still had to put oil in the car
and gas too, but shortly after that trip in that car the engine threw a rod! That
was the beginning of my wonderful life in Arizona and it all went downhill after
that. Never spoke to the big guy again. It was a real fiasco!
So thats the story of "stranded in Yuma"
Somewhere with Ava and Maggie