Cara gave me an interesting tidbit of info. She said I should write about events in my life that were horrible at the time but if you think about them now - hilarious. I think she's been part of all of them. Maybe that explains things.
This event happened in Washington D.C. It was July 4th and we were staying with my sister and her family in Gaithersburg, MD. I don't remember if this event was planned or a spur of the moment thing. We decided to watch the fireworks in D.C. There were four adults and five children. Remember, one child is in a wheelchair. We gaily rode the Metro into Washington looking forward to the fun we would have. We got to our stop and took the elevator up to the street. There were SO many people. I don't think I had ever seen that many in one place that weren't in assigned seating. We walked a ways and decided we were close enough. The fireworks were over before we knew it. They were really great, as they should have been, and I was glad we got to see them. Around here is where the trouble began. We had to use the elevator to get back to the Metro because of Betsy's wheelchair. Remember me mentioning the mobs of people They were all jamming to get on the elevator. Excuse me, we have the wheelchair. Back off. Robert, Abraham and Betsy were let on and away they went. My sister, her kids, me and my kids were next to get on when it came back up. They didn't let us on. I was okay. I told the cop that my daughter was down there and she was in a wheelchair and I had to be there with her. I didn't want to be separated for the night. Yeah, I know she was with Robert but that's not the point. What if I couldn't find her? He wouldn't let me on. Okay. Anger level goes up a few notches. Next one comes up and he won't let me on. He tells me to use the stairs. Again I explained my tragedy. I believe he then told me we would get on the next one. Nope. I reached up to push my hair back and I realized my head was gone. Absolutely gone. That's when I knew there was going to be trouble. I got on the next one. Oh yes, I GOT ON. We all did except for Cara. She was standing outside the elevator and I was roaring at her to get on. She wouldn't move. I again roared at her to get on. The term paralyzed with fear is what I would have called it. My sister told me to calm down or something to that effect. Save your breath Aunt Elaine. She could see in the distance that other cops were coming in to assist another officer who was having trouble with a crazy lady on an elevator. Later she told me she was worried that I was going to be arrested. By god, at that time I would have welcomed them giving it a spin. Cara finally got on and down we went. We found Robert, Betsy and Abraham and drove home. It's a great memory that I will treasure forever. How about you , Sis?
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It was a spur of the moment thing. We were watching on TV and decided -- what the heck? You forgot the part about waiting for a train on the metro platform with a million other people, many of them drunk, trying not to fall onto the third rail. And you forgot about getting on the train and having to get off because it was so crowded. We got home at 2am. The fireworks were great. We'll do it differently the next time.
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