A few months ago, I was hanging out with
two of my friends in Plano. We were
bored and trying to figure out something to do. One of my friends, he had a
backpack full of fireworks in his truck. And we were like, okay, well, let’s go
shoot them off. We went to Frisco and tried to find this one field that we had
previously been to. And on our way to find it we went down this very rough,
residential road. We were in a truck so we thought it would be fine. We ran
into a very big mud patch and got stuck. There were train tracks in front of
us. We were just trying to orient ourselves and my other friend called a friend
of a friend who lives in Plano has this big four-wheeler truck and we were
trying to give him directions. He finally found the road that we were on and
drove down but then he decided that he didn’t want to sink his car, even though
he could have definitely pulled us out the mud. So, he said going to try and
come around on the train tracks. We were waiting there for like two hours and
realized that this guy was not going to come back. Also, no way was he going to
come on the train tracks because we had just seen a train on the train tracks. So I called one of my other friends,
named Jassem, who was in Vegas and we asked if he could somehow get his car,
because he drives a Jeep Wrangler and we knew that he would be able to pull us
out. So, another friend, who was in Rockwall, drove up all the way to Plano to
grab Jassem’s car and then drove out to the road that we were on. He pulled us
out using his car. We were there for probably like, four hours. I finally ended
up calling my dad, and was like, “Uh. I’m stuck… but nothing is wrong.” I
thought he might have been a little angry but he just ended up laughing and was
like, okay; well, if you need help, call me again. That was it. That was my
story.
-Shelby, White Rock Coffee
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