The Lumina
Without the Lumina in Jenny’s life, our relationship would not have run the course that it ran. I helped Jenny get it of impoundment once (not her fault) and towed it for her three times. Below is one account of how this car pushed our relationship forward.
I wasn’t enjoying my lunch in the cafeteria. I can only eat nachos so many days and this attempt at lasagna just wasn’t cutting it for me. Normally, I would have just grabbed a transfer meal and eaten in my room, but I saw Jenny was going to eat lunch today. I had a crush on her like a childish boy, so any opportunity I got to be around her was snatched up.
The meal may not have been that good, but the company was wonderful. I was ignorant to everything else going on around me, just hoping to enjoy the time I would spend doing normal everyday activities with her. She had assumptions I liked her, but we had never talked about it. That would have made her far too uncomfortable. I probably should have been paying more attention to the day though.
I only had a little bit of time before I needed to go grab my math book and homework from my room and head to class when Jenny began to tell me about her day.
“This is so frustrating.” Jenny said in a way that you didn’t know if it was going to be followed by pure depression, or pure rage. “I can’t believe that’s where they parked it.”
Jenny had just found out that her car was impounded for being parked in the wrong spot on the street. She needed to get a ride to the impound lot to retrieve it. I knew enough to know that it would be worth my while to be the person to help her out.
“Do you want me to skip my class?” I asked.
“What class is it?”
“Just math, I really won’t lose anything by not going.”
“Sure, I’ll go get my purse and then we can leave.” She stated, getting up to put her tray in the dishwashing line. “Thanks.”
I ran upstairs to give my math homework to someone else who was going to class and to grab my checkbook. I didn’t know how well prepared Jenny would be to pay for the charges that would come along with having your car towed and impounded and was prepared to make sure that she could get it out while we were there.
She came back downstairs and we walked to the parking ramp where my car was parked and headed for the impound lot. After a couple of wrong turns we found ourselves in a place that makes you feel like you don’t belong. Everywhere you are required to go, they leave a cage between you and whoever you have to talk with. They are well equipped to deal with the anger that most people bring into that place.
“I’m here to pick up my car. It’s a blue Lumina.” Jenny stated to the person behind the cage.
“I’ll need to see your license and some extraordinary amount of money.” Replied the worker. I felt bad for the worker. It was never her fault that people’s car ended up there, but she always had to be the messenger. In fact, I’m sure she didn’t actually say “extraordinary amount of money” but that is all I could remember coming from her.
It was at this point, that Jenny pulled out her checkbook, previously aware of the cost that would come with this part of the afternoon. I didn’t know what I thought now. I would have been more of a hero had she not known and I saved the day, but was also glad that we never had to deal with how to pay back something like that had I needed to write a check for her.
After heading to the lot and watching them move a couple of cars so that we could drive Jenny’s out, we headed back towards school. Jenny parked her car in an appropriate street spot (unlike the driver who got her car towed in the first place) and proceeded to walk towards the back alleyway of the dorm building. I was parking my car under the ramp, next to the alleyway and could see her walking towards me.
As I got out of the car and started to walk towards the building, she approached me at a rapid pace. I didn’t know what to expect and then BAM!
I was met with an “attack hug.” She gave me a hug and the smile on her face accompanied with the quick “Thanks!” showed her gratitude for my help in the afternoon. It was the first time that she ever hugged me. That hug fueled my childish crush into a stage where I knew that I had to have this girl. It took a lot more persistence and many more stories (including more with the Lumina) for me to finally have her as my own.
Thank you Lumina, you did one good thing for my life. It makes up for all the grief that you put in Jenny’s.
Without the Lumina in Jenny’s life, our relationship would not have run the course that it ran. I helped Jenny get it of impoundment once (not her fault) and towed it for her three times. Below is one account of how this car pushed our relationship forward.
I wasn’t enjoying my lunch in the cafeteria. I can only eat nachos so many days and this attempt at lasagna just wasn’t cutting it for me. Normally, I would have just grabbed a transfer meal and eaten in my room, but I saw Jenny was going to eat lunch today. I had a crush on her like a childish boy, so any opportunity I got to be around her was snatched up.
The meal may not have been that good, but the company was wonderful. I was ignorant to everything else going on around me, just hoping to enjoy the time I would spend doing normal everyday activities with her. She had assumptions I liked her, but we had never talked about it. That would have made her far too uncomfortable. I probably should have been paying more attention to the day though.
I only had a little bit of time before I needed to go grab my math book and homework from my room and head to class when Jenny began to tell me about her day.
“This is so frustrating.” Jenny said in a way that you didn’t know if it was going to be followed by pure depression, or pure rage. “I can’t believe that’s where they parked it.”
Jenny had just found out that her car was impounded for being parked in the wrong spot on the street. She needed to get a ride to the impound lot to retrieve it. I knew enough to know that it would be worth my while to be the person to help her out.
“Do you want me to skip my class?” I asked.
“What class is it?”
“Just math, I really won’t lose anything by not going.”
“Sure, I’ll go get my purse and then we can leave.” She stated, getting up to put her tray in the dishwashing line. “Thanks.”
I ran upstairs to give my math homework to someone else who was going to class and to grab my checkbook. I didn’t know how well prepared Jenny would be to pay for the charges that would come along with having your car towed and impounded and was prepared to make sure that she could get it out while we were there.
She came back downstairs and we walked to the parking ramp where my car was parked and headed for the impound lot. After a couple of wrong turns we found ourselves in a place that makes you feel like you don’t belong. Everywhere you are required to go, they leave a cage between you and whoever you have to talk with. They are well equipped to deal with the anger that most people bring into that place.
“I’m here to pick up my car. It’s a blue Lumina.” Jenny stated to the person behind the cage.
“I’ll need to see your license and some extraordinary amount of money.” Replied the worker. I felt bad for the worker. It was never her fault that people’s car ended up there, but she always had to be the messenger. In fact, I’m sure she didn’t actually say “extraordinary amount of money” but that is all I could remember coming from her.
It was at this point, that Jenny pulled out her checkbook, previously aware of the cost that would come with this part of the afternoon. I didn’t know what I thought now. I would have been more of a hero had she not known and I saved the day, but was also glad that we never had to deal with how to pay back something like that had I needed to write a check for her.
After heading to the lot and watching them move a couple of cars so that we could drive Jenny’s out, we headed back towards school. Jenny parked her car in an appropriate street spot (unlike the driver who got her car towed in the first place) and proceeded to walk towards the back alleyway of the dorm building. I was parking my car under the ramp, next to the alleyway and could see her walking towards me.
As I got out of the car and started to walk towards the building, she approached me at a rapid pace. I didn’t know what to expect and then BAM!
I was met with an “attack hug.” She gave me a hug and the smile on her face accompanied with the quick “Thanks!” showed her gratitude for my help in the afternoon. It was the first time that she ever hugged me. That hug fueled my childish crush into a stage where I knew that I had to have this girl. It took a lot more persistence and many more stories (including more with the Lumina) for me to finally have her as my own.
Thank you Lumina, you did one good thing for my life. It makes up for all the grief that you put in Jenny’s.
2 comments:
As we have learned through other experiences also, our parents (meaning mine and Nate's) have different parenting styles. Neither one better than the other, just different.
My dad raised me to be an independant woman who would be able to deal with the unexpeced situations of life. When both mine and my sister's wallets were stolen (at separate times) parents were glad that we were grown up enough to figure out what we needed to do. So, when my car was towed, I knew the independant adult thing to do was to pay to get it out. Unfortunately, living in downtown Minneapolis, I was very knowledgible about the cost of such an event at the expense of some of my friends.
The lucky part was that I actually had the money in my checking account, as they do not take credit card - check or cash only. Had I not been miserly the month before Nate would have had the opportunity to be even more my savior that day.
Nate was raised to give your lady everything she needs. Well, he didn't give me what he may have thought I needed, but he did provide more than I expected.
He came to my rescue that day in more ways than one. I not only got a ride to the impound lot...he made sure that I had a better day after that and even managed to make me smile through my frustration. That hug was well deserved!
And, yes...I started to cry as he read this story to me, touched by his words of love and concern. What can I say?...I can be a sensitive lady at times.
The different parenting styles could be a result of different children sexes. I fully agree that women should be able to deal with the unexpected and independent. As a sign of love, the man should provide as much support and help as the woman is comfortable with accepting.
I would hope that if I had had a young daughter, I would have raised her to be independent, self sufficient and able to be equal partners with her husband. Just as I want my sons to treat their wives as equal partners.
Just some clarification and agreement, not disagreement.
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