Okay, apparently the story is not going away until I tell it myself. So, because so many of you have asked, yes, it really happened. But let me back up and tell the whole story for those who haven’t heard it yet (all 3 of you).
Friday was homecoming at our daughters’ high school. Our youngest, Landon, was blessed to be chosen as one of the princesses for her freshman class. Among many things, this meant daddy got to drive her in a convertible in the homecoming parade. So, I checked with my brother-in-law to see if his convertible was available and made plans to swap vehicles with him Friday morning, in plenty of time to get home and make the parade.
I had to run to the bank before I headed home to pick up Lisa so I called to let her know where I was. She asked, “If you’re going to the bank, can you run by the alterations place to pick up Landon’s homecoming dress? It will save me some time.” “Sure,” I said, knowing she was already a little pressed for time with other things.
The kind lady at the cleaner’s drive-thru asked, “Where do you want to put the dress?” I was at a loss so I simply said, “Why don’t you just lay it across the back seat.” I knew the wind would blow the dress but turned to place my phone and some other items on it to keep it from blowing. It wasn’t long before I realized that this wasn’t going to work. Every time I would brake or accelerate it would cause the dress to fall off the seat into the floorboard. Not good. This would mean wrinkles at best or dirt at worst. I pulled into the post office to mail a package and came back with a plan to remedy the situation. I pulled the dress from the floor board, hooked the hanger onto the seat belt and allowed the dress to hang down towards the floor board in the front seat. Surely it would be a better place than before. Looking at my phone, I noticed a text from Lisa asking if I was close. So, punching in her number I called the house as I zipped out of the parking lot to head home. I zoomed through the last red light and was only 5-7 minutes from the house.
With my left hand on the phone and the right hand on the wheel, I updated Lisa on how far I was from the house. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see the wind beginning to catch the dress. It flapped and settled back onto the seat. Then, it flapped a couple of more times. I said to Lisa, “Hold on, baby. I might have to…OH Crap!!”
“What? What Ridley? What’s going on?”
“The dress just flew out of the car. I’ll call you back.” Click. The phone went dead and I was sure that I was next as I watched the navy blue dress floating behind me in the side mirror.
I did a U-turn in the road and raced back to the scene, unsure of what I would find or how I would explain it to Landon. I slammed on the brakes when I spotted the dress off to the side of the road. Oblivious to the traffic that might be coming or the fact that I had left the door open in the middle of the road, I took two quick steps to jump across the road and down into the ditch where the dress laid. Much to my relief, the dress seemed okay. Just a few grass clippings from the freshly mowed lawn. So I picked up the dress and began to flap it in the wind, shaking loose the clippings. As I did, I turned back towards the road in time to watch a lady in a large SUV slowing down to check out the scene. A grown man standing in the front yard waving an evening gown in one hand with a plastic garment bag in the other. She simply smiled, shook her head and zoomed off.
There’s a happy ending despite dad’s little mishap. The dress made it home. Landon wore it beautifully and represented her class with, dare I say, class. And daddy managed to add another memory to the family notebook. Now you know.