After taking a few turns here and there on some back roads with very few cars impeding my trip, I turned on a street that was completely clear except for my car and one other far in the distance. Thinking fabulous thoughts of myself for taking this route, I picked up the phone to ring my sister Lillian. After a few loving jabs (per our usual) the other car on the street was right in front of me and something caught my eye. The poor girl had left her Nalgene on her roof!
(For those of you who need a visual...)
Without hesitate, I tucked the phone under my ear and held it with my shoulder, hit the window button, pumped my breaks and began pointing repeatedly out of the window toward the Naglene, trying so hard to get her attention.
Looking at me with much confusion (and a bit of fear), the girl shook her head and keep driving, speeding up around the turn and throwing the Nalgene off the roof and onto the ground.
Determined to let her know that she just lost a $20 water bottle (and explain the reason for my sporadic actions and gestures), I sped up to the main street and looked to see if I could see her coming out a few streets down.
I DID!
At this point, I was on a mission. Having sincere motives, I followed her down Main Street and prayed the whole way for a red light. Forgetting that Lillian was still on the phone and ignoring her comments about how stupid I was being, I was able to catch up to the girl.
Rolling my window down (again), I said like any good Southern Belle, "Excuse me," (insert more flailing arms and maybe a honk or two)"I was trying to let you know that your Nalgene was on your roof and you lost it back there." Laughing nervously, the girl said, "Ohh, ha, well thanks, but, you didn't have to follow me," with a bit of an attitude if I don't say so myself.
Taken aback by her "thank you" for trying to save her money, I fibbed and said, "Oh, umm, I was, eh, going this way anyway."
Speeding off as soon as the light turned green (selfishly hoping that she saw my Junior League sticker and realized I wasn't completely crazy and that community service was apart of my extracurricular activities), I picked up the phone to hear Lillian dying with laughter, yelling numerous "OMG's" and "I can't believe you's."
Feeling like a moron, I finally made it to brunch, late, but knowing in my heart that even though it was a major FAIL, I could mark off my good deed for the day.
(I know she went back and got it!)
