Carol Ann Arrives

I’ve spoken about my neighbors on several occasions because they are like my family and they provide hours of entertainment. I am very fortunate to have these people in my life as they are wonderful friends and I love them dearly. And being that some of them read this, I will go ahead and extend my olive branch to Harley now. I love you dearly but there is no way I couldn’t tell this story……….hope you will still speak to me.

So Harley has been stressing out for about a week because her 67 year old mother was driving in from California to visit. She has been “warning” us that her mother is an odd bird and that our best bet would be to avoid her. Knowing that Harley sometimes over-stresses about things I just let it go in one ear and out the other. Obviously, I should’ve listened to Harley.

On Sunday night, Harley was making up the guest room and missed a phone call. On her voice mail she got, “Well, I’m here and I’ve had a blow out. Thanks a lot!” Her mother, whom I will call Carol Ann because she has a kind of “Poltergeist” quality, does not have a cell phone so this call came from a pay phone. Now, Harley, being the concerned daughter she is, immediately freaks out because she has no clue how to find her mother. For all she knows, Carol Ann is wandering around on the Interstate somewhere in Downtown Memphis. Harley heads to Nana’s to have a minor panic attack and seek reassurance that her mother will actually arrive at her home in one piece.

Half an hour later, the phone rings again, “Ok, I got it fixed and I’m on my way. This really nice couple stopped and helped me, blah, blah, blah.” Ummmm – excuse me but where ARE you? – was Harley’s reaction. “I’m about an hour and a half outside of Little Rock”. Harley asked if she had already driven through Little Rock. “No”. Ummmm – but the earlier message said “I’m here”. “Yeah, I meant I was here – where I was”. Without completely loosing her cool, Harley is able to tell her to call when she gets to Memphis.

Around 1am the call comes that Carol Ann has reached Memphis and needs directions to the house. Harley asks what happened to the turn-by-turn directions she had emailed her to which her mother replied, “I can’t understand those. Just tell me how to get there”. So, Harley gives her directions again and Carol Ann was back on the road. 15 minutes later the phone rang – it was Carol Ann. She was now at Whitestation and Summer at a gas station and she was lost. Harley asked why she got off the Interstate instead of following her directions and she replied that “nothing looked familiar”. Now, the fact that she’d never been here so nothing SHOULD look familiar never dawned on her. While Harley tried to explain how to get back on the Interstate and continue to her house Carol Ann began yelling at some man pumping gas because his radio was too loud and she couldn’t hear. After 5 more minutes of directions and yelling, Carol Ann hung up and got back on the road. Harley poured a LARGE glass of wine and tried to breathe deeply.

Ten minutes later the phone rang again – it was a Police Officer. He said that he had her mother and he believed she was a DUI. Harley almost came unglued. The officer, not knowing what kind of evening Harley had been having, quickly told her he was kidding and that her mother was just lost because her “daughter gives horrible directions”. He told Harley that he would make sure Carol Ann arrived safely at her house. Harley thanked him, hung up and poured another glass of wine.

At about 2am, Harley is standing on the front porch, phone in hand, waiting for her police escorted parental unit to show up. That’s when she hears her mother’s voice coming from the end of the street. The officer is driving slowly, shining his light on the houses to locate the address. Carol Ann is following behind him with her head hanging out the window yelling, “Are we close? Is that the house? Are we in the Ghetto? Why are there no street lights? Is this the Ghetto?” Harley contemplated going inside and turning out all the lights but instead she waved to the officer and he led Carol Ann right to the driveway. Harley thanked the officer and tried to get her mother in the house. Carol Ann was audibly disappointed that she had “brought a perfectly nice man right to your front door and you don’t even try to talk to him”. Harley to her mother to “get in the house” through gritted teeth, thanked the officer again and tried to find a rock to crawl under.

On Monday morning I saw Harley on the patio where she recounted this story to me. I asked how long her mother would be staying to which she replied “I have no idea – she won’t tell me”. I told her that I would keep cold beverages in my fridge for her (since her mother isn’t allowed around alcohol) and to just knock when she needed a break. Poor thing – if she makes it through this it will be a miracle!