This Is A Fine Pickle You Got Us Unto

This is my entry for Blogophilia, week 3.
Topic:  This Is A Fine Pickle You Got Us Into!
Bonus points (hard, 2 points): Include a Ford Edsel.
Bonus points (easy, 1 point): Use or mention chocolate bunnies.


 "THIS IS A FINE PICKLE YOU GOT US INTO"


It was very late at night, and my best girl friend Maddy and I were out driving around in her boyfriend’s big old SUV.  The boyfriends we left at home.  Well, Maddy gets this bright idea to swing by her ex-boyfriend’s Blaine’s house, just to check out the situation and see what was going on.  "You can’t tell anyone we came out here, or my boyfriend will be really mad," she tells me. 



She swings the big old SUV off the main road onto the side street.   As she approached the turnoff to Blaine’s road, I told her, "That road’s a bit muddy.  You should be real careful.  Tell me again why we’re doing this?"  "God,   you know why!  I want to see what he’s up to!"   "Well," I tell her, "I wouldn’t go down that road if I were you."



As we head down the muddy old dirt road, the SUV is sliding all over the place, spraying mud and water everywhere.  About halfway down the road, I see deeper water and mud ahead.  I tell Maddy, "Whatever you do, don’t hit your brakes!  Just cruise right on through it!"  Right about the time I said that what did she do?  She hit her brakes.  Hard.  And we are stuck.  



The SUV is not a 4 wheel drive, and there was no getting that vehicle out of that mud.   "Well, this is a fine pickle you’ve gotten us into!  How could you not know that you never hit your brakes when going through deep mud?"

 I open my door and peer out at the ground, or rather at the mud and water.  I look ahead and see Blaine’s house in the distance.   Great.  We’re going to have to wade through the muck to get to his house so he can help us get the SUV out, all the time wondering why we’re stuck on his road in the first place.  I splash down feet first and tell Maddy to hurry it up.  "But  I don’t want to get muddy, you go and I’ll wait here!"  "I don’t think so," I tell her,   "It’s your ex-boyfriend, so move it!"

Off we go to  Blaine’s house, and guess what?  He isn’t even
home!  So we wade back past the SUV, and back to the paved road that we never should have left in the first place.  First house we see with a light, we knock and ask to use a phone.  I call my boyfriend Larry, (because Maddy’s boyfriend would kill her if he knew she was on the ex-boyfriend Blaine’s road. )  I tell Larry to hurry up, bring the truck and save us.

Well, we sit down in the middle of the road, eating chocolate bunnies while we wait.




 It’s getting on to be about 2:00 a.m. by now.  After about 45 minutes, here comes old Larry, but he’s not driving the truck to pull us out.  He’s driving the Ford Edsel!  



"Larry!"  I yell. "What are you going to do with that thing?  It can’t pull us out!"  He just looks at us like he didn’t know we wanted him to pull us out.  I tell him we’ve got to get this SUV out so Maddy can get home before her boyfriend wakes up.  We pile in and head to Scott’s house, because we know he has a big old truck with a winch on the front.



After much banging on the door, and bribery, we convince Scott to come and help us.  Back out to the country we go, leaving old Larry and his Ford Edsel behind, because he wasn’t any help anyway.  Scott drives that big old winch truck right into the mud, climbs out in his hip-high rubber boots, and proceeds to attach the winch to Maddy’s big old SUV. 



Within a few minutes, it’s out and we’re ready to go.  



Straight to the car wash we go, so we can wash away all the
evidence. 



We got home just before daybreak.  To this day,
Maddy’s boyfriend never found out she got his SUV stuck, and   Scott never did get the bribe he was promised.



I don’t know many of the people participating in this, so I’m going to guess that Colleen submitted the topic, because it sounds like something she’d say.