Adventures on State Street

So, I had kind of an interesting experience last night, and you won't be surprised to hear that it has something to do with meat. However, it was nothing that I could have ever expected. And no, it had nothing to do with me dropping ribs on the ground, although I'm sure there were some ribs involved. Anyway, I should probably just get to the story.

Our ward had a small activity last night involving a bonfire and a spiritual thought. It was really quite a nice activity. I got a ride up there with some people in the ward, but then decided that I'd like to get a ride back with a friend of mine who was going to be leaving a bit earlier than the others. So, we had a good time at the activity and then took off. The ride back was just like any other ride for the most part. We talked, laughed, sat quietly, etc. Then, out of nowhere, her truck (which is an old, small Nissan) started making a funny squeaking sound. My best guess was that it was a belt slipping somewhere, but I really don't know a whole lot about cars. Anyway, we kept driving hoping that it wasn't going to be a problem.

Well, here I am listening to the squeaking when all of a sudden a dead deer appears out of the shadows on the road ahead of us! By the time we could see what was in front of us, it was too late to try to swerve out of the way without causing more trouble, so the truck just went right over top of the deer. There was a great big bump and it was all over. Fortunately, the squeaking stopped. Unfortunately, after driving for a little bit, my friend started to notice a bad smell and then I noticed it and it kept getting worse. So, my friend pulled into a parking lot and told me that I had to get out and check things out because I was the man. She didn't really need to tell me this because I was planning on checking it out anyway, but it felt good to be called a man. Anyway, I got out and looked under the truck to find that there was a hunk of deer carcase hanging from the bottom of the truck. So, I figured that the smell was this, and other smearings of deer, burning on the hot and moving parts of the truck. Well, that mixed with the inherent stench of deer carcase.

Anyway, I went and found some sticks and used those to dislodge the hunk of deer from the bottom of the truck. We had parked next to some mexican fast food restaurant that was advertising 99 cent tostadas, so after I finished with the deer I went inside and washed my hands. I did not buy a tostada.

We got back on the road and started searching for a car wash. It took a couple of tries, but we found one that was open and that had an undercarriage wash. Trying to get into the car wash was an adventure in and of itself. It kept rejecting our money and has this annoying voice that would tell us which wash we had selected and kept demanding more money. I swear I heard the creepy electronic voice repeat "plus wash" about a hundred times. We finally got into the car wash, cleaned the truck, nearly had the roof of the truck cave in on us, and got out alive.

Anyway, that's the tale of the deer on the road. I hope all the discussion about deer carcase and such didn't gross anyone out.