nova_myth | Last night I nearly had a full blown panic attack

The evening started normally enough, all things considered. My friend Josh was coming into town for the night but due to people being idiots when its been a really long time between down pours there was a seven car accident on the interstate just inside city lines. He was literally in a parking lot. So an hour later he was able to get off said parking lot and get to the military hotel next to the base. I meet up with him and my friend Ghazal. I for some reason ended up driving as we went in search of Sushi. Josh was dead set on going to his fav location downtown. Thankfully no rain as we eventually found the place and parking. Josh put two fives into the money box for the parking and we walked toward the foods.

It was fun, and we somehow nearly pasted two hours just siting, talking, and eating sushi. The place we went to was Sushi Zushi, its come LONG way from when I first went to a location years ago. I enjoyed it thourghly. We goofed around, confused our waiter when he brought the checks because Ghazal and I had switched seats, and I was more relaxed than I had been in three weeks.

Now comes my near panic attack. When we returned to the parking lot Josh let out the infamous words, "Why is there a sticker on your window?" My rental had not just one boot but TWO, and said I had to pay $100 fine plus taxes and charges on the sticker. Thank the heaves Josh was there and he slipped into his do not mess with me mode and called the number on said sticker. Once he said he was law enforcement the guy showed up in five minutes.

-sighs-

Long story short, my boots were taken off. Josh is military police, the guy was ex-military, so the guy believed Josh when he said he paid, which he did. Apparently Josh wasn't agressive enough in putting the fives in and someone managed to get them out. I then remember
something my mom once told me long ago before I was near driving age, shove the money in with your key.

I was still a nervous wreck from my near panic attack for about 15 minutes, but near constant talk on the drive to base clamed me considerably. It was also a good thing I had an idea on what to do when going onto bad. I had Ghazal pull my ID out of my purse and hers so we could get through smoothly. We went to the store on base and I got little minitature bottles, like 3oz, of top shelf Vodka and Rum for about $2 each. I don't drink much to begin with and the bottles look like the normal ones but tiny and they so cute! Ghazal likes Pina Coladas so she got a regular bottle of Coconut Rum to take home. I was back into really good mood thankfully and Ghazal and I were just waltzing down the isles while Josh talked to another (off duty) secutiry dude. I'm sure we were catching the eyes of a few military boys getting booze with how Ghazal and I were behaving. Not wild but... goofy, lol.

Josh is on his way back to Houston right about now, 5 hours on the road await him. I wish he could have stayed another night... It was good to see him again.