Tales From the Beach Part 2: Stuck In The Sand

We had all piled into Dr. Great Smile's SUV and were about to embark on an evening of frivolity, liquid refreshment, and seafood. We were not about to be stopped by the fact that Picky Sticky's sister's car had us blocked in. "You can get around it," Oldest friend advised Dr. Great Smile and that's just what she attempted to do.

It went bad. Turns out sand will suck you in before you know it.

Before the rest of us had even accepted what had happened, Godson's Mom leapt from the vehicle, found shingles, and shoved them under the tires. Godson's Mom's previous stuck experience had been with mud and her method would have worked under those circumstances. It's okay. What she lacked in knowledge of the finer points of the situation, she more than made up for with enthusiasm.

Then Precious's phone rang. Mr. Precious was on the other end. After hearing of our predicament, he insisted on getting on the phone with Dr. Great Smile. He'd seen a video on how to get out of such scrapes and knew just what to do. That might also have worked if we'd had a shovel.

By now we had exited the car. It was interesting to observe who went into action to solve the problem and who stood back, hands in the air, muttering, "I've got no idea." (I fell into the second group.) Dancing Queen wanted to call Triple A but some were afraid that might take too long and cut into our fun. I can see both sides.

Three of the more athletically inclined in our group decided they should push. Two were wearing pink shirts, one black. Dr. Great Smile stuck her head out the window and said, "Y'all need to move around so you're standing pink, black, pink. It's bothering me." It didn't help.

Finally, we faced that someone was going to have to go next door and ask men for help. We sent Precious and Cutest Girl Alive. (If you saw them, you'd understand why.) Cutest Girl Alive smiled and Precious said, "We're stuck in the saa-and!"

They brought a shovel. After telling us that we, "Clean up real good," they put Ms. Classy behind the wheel (since she weighs the least), dug around the tires, and we were out.

We all get stuck in our writing or in life. What do you do when you get stuck? Go into action and try to fix it by trial and error? Analyze the situation? Throw up your hands? Call in reinforcements?