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About Gretchen and her friend

Posted: 22 October 2018 at 21:52:02

I can't remember exactly when the events I'm about to describe happened, but I believe it was late Spring in 2001. I was living in Cache Valley then, going to school part time at Utah State University, running my own consulting business on the side, and working doing IT for a company that sold exercise equipment.

My best friend Chadd, who was one of my business partners, and I had an appointment so I picked him up with my car from his house in Logan. It was a beautiful Sunny day and we made some small talk in the car on the way to our appointment. Chadd immediately started telling me about his daughter Gretchen and something about her and a friend.

"So, Gretchen came home from school yesterday and mentioned one of her friends was ... AAAAAAAAGGGGHHHH! YAAAAAAAACK! AAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGHHH!"

I was completely taken by surprise by this tale. I knew Chadd's daughter Gretchen well enough. She had a relatively mild mannered personality and seemed to attract the same kind of demeanor in her friends. I wasn't sure why Gretchen or her friends would be associated with such loud, angry yelling. This was a baffling turn of events and I was anxious to find out how the story continued. But, it was not to be.

The story, or the situation, eventually explained itself. When I had arrived at Chadd's house, I had been driving with the windows down, enjoying the mild temperatures. But, as we ventured toward our appointment, I noticed the air was beginning to get warm and the road noise was impeding my ability to understand the story Chadd was telling me. As I was driving, I turned the air conditioning on to low and reached over to my door handle and toggled the switches to raise the windows.

What I didn't realize, however, was that Chadd had his hand out the window and wrapped around the top of the door frame. The glass of the passenger side window rose in its typical motorized fashion and impacted the backside of his hand as he was telling me about his daughter and her friend.


Sorry Chadd. Go on.