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“Can You Hear Me Now?”

“Can You Hear Me Now?”

Unaccustomed to a vehicle that doesn’t rattle apart at 65 miles per hour and with the addition of the car’s butter leather interior and electric butt warmers, I felt like a queen as my new Subaru glided onto the interstate behind my husband’s Jeep.

The euphoria did not last long.

We had barely made it out of the city where we had purchased the vehicle when a pebble kicked up behind my husband’s rear tire and cracked my windshield. The crack was only about the size of my thumbnail, but it was in my line of vision and my jubilant mood quickly turned sour.

I tried calling my husband’s cell phone to tell him the news and saw that I had no service. At a stop light I rolled my window down and waved my left arm. But he did not see me. We drove for about thirty more minutes when Baby Girl became bored with the scenery and decided to use my bladder like a trampoline. I pulled over at a gas station and waited for Randy to put on his right blinker. Thinking that he had seen me, I parked and trotted into the gas station. I used the restroom, refilled my water bottle and purchased a granola bar–taking my time as I was in no hurry to cram my seven-month-pregnant stomach behind a steering wheel.

When I came outside, I looked right and I looked left, but Randy’s vehicle was nowhere. I didn’t panic too badly as I figured he was parked up the road waiting for me. Climbing into the car, I pulled out of the gas station and drove for a few miles while keeping my eyes peeled for his white Jeep.

Nothing.

I still did not have any cell phone service and did not know how to get home from that location, so I swerved across two lanes of traffic into a seedy-looking gas station and walked across the parking lot. Feeding quarters into the pay phone, I listened to the operator requesting for me to “please hang up and try again.” I did as she suggested, but the pay phone still wouldn’t work.

My heart started pounding. I searched the road again for Randy’s white Jeep. In the turning lane there was one exactly like his, but when the light turned green and the vehicle pulled out of the glare of the setting sun, I saw it was being driven by a blue-haired lady with a beehive hairdo.

Definitely not my husband.

Trying to squelch my fear, I waddled back toward my vehicle while sticking out my stomach as a means of soliciting compassion and asked a nice-looking lady if I could use her cell phone. She asked what the number was and punched it in. Clenching it in her hand in case I had a hormonal inclination to snatch it, she placed it on speakerphone and we both listened as it went straight to my husband’s voicemail.

He had no service either.

I thanked her and returned to my new car with the butter leather interior and cracked windshield. Oblivious to both, I cranked the engine and pulled back onto the road.

I drove to the first gas station where I had gotten separated from Randy, rested my head on the steering wheel and began to cry. Even more frustrated by my sniveling than the situation, I hissed at myself to get a grip and marched into the gas station. I asked the attendant if he had a map that I could borrow. He mumbled something and pointed to the back wall. I walked back there and looked at the map that was not the shape of the state I was expecting.

“I’m in Kentucky?!” I cried right as a burly guy exited the restroom and gave me a scared look.

Once back in my car, I started driving north while praying I would miraculously download a mental GPS that would navigate me home. I drove east while blinking back tears and wiping my sweaty hands on the leather seat. I drove west while yelling at myself for my stupidity and threatening to chuck my cell phone out the window for not having any service. While driving south, I accidentally hit my windshield wipers when assaulting the steering wheel but did not know how to turn them off.

Peering through my windshield through a haze of hysterical tears, I saw my husband’s dusty white Jeep parked next to the pay phone that I had tried to call him from forty-five minutes before. His driver’s side door was standing wide and he had the phone crunched between his ear and shoulder while I am sure he listened to that operator requesting for him to “please hang up and try again.”

Laying on the horn with a mixture of relief and panic that he would leave before I could cross the two lanes of traffic, Randy turned and saw me in our “new” Subaru Forester with the wipers whipping back and forth across a cracked, completely dry windshield.

Over an hour and a half had past since we’d become separated from each other. With our reunion, my survival mode fell away and I started crying and babbling as I jammed the vehicle into park and maneuvered my belly out from behind the steering wheel. Randy hugged me and rested one hand on my heaving stomach. I could feel his body trembling from the stress of having misplaced his wife and baby in one fell swoop.

“I thought you saw me pull over,” I sobbed. “You put on your blinker and everything.”

Randy shook his head. “No, I just looked in my rearview mirror and you were gone. I went back up to the interstate to see if I could find you.”

“I headed this way,” I said.

After my tears and Randy’s stress had subsided and we had climbed into our separate vehicles to continue the long journey home, I thought of how our separation was an analogy for the necessity of communication in marriage: We had both started in the same direction, but over time outside influences had caused us to enter upon different paths that made us lose sight of each other. Only because we had refused to continue forward until the other had been found were we able to reclaim our union.

Yep, it was a great analogy for communication in marriage, but it sure would’ve been a whole lot easier just to have cell phone service.

Comments

  • That sounds so scary! I hate following my husband when he drives…he tends to jump yellow lights and I get left behind at the red. Glad it all turned out well. 🙂

    January 30, 2012
  • Aaahhh… I can so feel the fear in this! And I can so relate — so many times having this kind of thing happen to us. Thank goodness you were reunited no worse for the wear! I agree, it is such a great analogy, such a nice post, Jolina!

    January 30, 2012
  • I have been in that scary situation as well, only with one added factor. My husband is losing his hearing, and even if we are walking together in a store I cannot call out to him to wait a moment while I look at something. We have devised a code. If he doesn't see me in his peripheral vision after a few minutes, he stops and waits. Since he is tall, it is easy for me to spot him.

    We do the same now when traveling in two vehicles. After a few minutes of not seeing the other, we pull over and wait, automatically – intuition developed after years of marriage.

    It was wise of you to stay in the general area where you first got separated, and your husband knew approximately where to look for you. Scary.

    January 30, 2012
  • This reminds me of an incident in a remote petrol station in Arizona many years ago when a number of dubious hell's angel types dismounted from their bikes and started acting aggressively towards people like ourselves filling up with petrol. My good wife acting quickly and locked all the doors with herself and our two small children inside. Problem was I was still outside but she assured me later it was ALL our good! Ha! but she are still happily together after 33 years!

    January 30, 2012
  • Isn't it bizarre to think there was a time where cell phones didn't exist? It seems like a horrifying idea when considering situations like this but the world went on just fine. I live somewhere where there is no reception. I never even turn mine on..

    January 30, 2012
  • I am glad it turned out, too, Raquel! Randy (my husband) does have a bit of a lead foot, but I do as well so that wasn't the issue. My mother later pointed out when I was retelling the debacle, “Why didn't you just beep your horn before you pulled over?”

    Okay, so that might've been my blond moment.

    January 31, 2012
  • Getting separated like that, Julia, makes you realize just how much you rely on your spouse's presence and strength. If nothing else, that was what I came away with that night. Well, and having a plan in case something like that ever happens again!

    January 31, 2012
  • My husband and I sometimes get separated in crowds, too, Cecilia, and his height also comes in handy! I will have to apply that latter suggestion of just waiting for each other whenever we become separated on the road. Sounds like this marriage analogy could continue further, doesn't it? 🙂

    January 31, 2012
  • Sounds like your wife had full trust in your ability to defend yourself, so she just decided to protect your kids!

    January 31, 2012
  • Sara: My husband and I actually discussed this once we got home and could breathe again. What did people DO before cell phones? Can you imagine wagon trains where the pioneers were ringing each other up on their Blackberries and asking, “Hey, can you hear me now? Good.”

    January 31, 2012
  • You did a great job of instilling the fear you felt into this piece. I was panicked along with you as I read!

    January 31, 2012
  • Certainly one of the most stressful nights of my entire pregnancy! I guess that made it very easy to convey. 🙂

    January 31, 2012
  • I know! It is amazing we are here at all! How did we survive? 🙂

    Actually, I really do think that sometimes the technology gets in our own way. If we knew we had nothing else to rely on, maybe we would be better at paying attention to our surroundings. I think our internal GPS would work a lot better if we didn't know we had our phones or other gadgets to guide us. And I am not pointing at you, just us as a population in general.

    I think you are spot about how marriages can travel down the road and neither of them knows where they are going. Talking and spending time together is so important. It is funny how easily people can forget of why they are together in the first place.

    So glad you are home safe and that you found Randy. I would have panicked too!!

    January 31, 2012
  • I believe you are right, Hallie, about modern technology inhibiting our ability to navigate. I have been to Nashville countless times, yet last night was the first I navigated the city without the comfort of a GPS AND didn't get lost! Of course, I'm a little directionally impaired, too. Just ask my husband. 😉

    February 1, 2012
  • What a BEAUTIFUL analogy. You sure know how to tell a story, woman. I felt your panic as I was reading. Holy crap. But you are much kinder than I; I would have read him the riot act for NOT paying attention to me. I might have even thumped his chest. Then I would have melted into his arms. Ha ha.

    February 1, 2012
  • Oh, you're sure funny, Melissa. Randy had such an intense look of panic on his face when I came barreling up behind his Jeep while laying on the horn that I knew he was feeling absolutely awful. Now, if he HADN'T looked so worried, I might've thumped his chest pretty hard and THEN bawled my head off. 😉

    February 1, 2012
  • what a great analogy. i hate being lost. glad things ended the way they did!

    February 2, 2012
  • I hate being lost, too, Country Wife, and even more after this night! 🙂

    February 3, 2012

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