"Hey, so I'm bored, I'm walking back to my car and I'll be on my way home. I thought I'd call, I feel out of the loop." -Elizabeth at 9:00pm walking to her car in Salt Lake City alone in a mini-skirt
"Okay, I can't talk right now so I'll call you in a while. See you later." -Me
At 10:30 I was at my apartment and I realized Elizabeth still wasn't home. It had been about an hour and a half from the time she had called in Salt Lake and I thought maybe traffic was bad or something. I called her, no answer. I called again, no answer. At 11 I called her again, and again, no answer. I started to freak out a little because as my mother's child, I naturally started to think of all the terrible things that could have happened to her.
My logical mind was telling me it's ridiculous to freak out, she probably ran into someone and is hanging out with friends. Then I thought: "Wait, Elizabeth and I don't have friends. She couldn't be hanging out with people." I was hesitant to do anything, but I knew 2 hours was too long to not have heard from her.
After talking to my dad around 11:15, I decided to call the police and have them see if her car was still in the LDS Business parking lot, but of course in order to have them do that, I had to file a missing person report. We basically had our entire complex over, along with another apartment complex, BYU security while I'm on the phone with the SLC police.
I hacked into her email around midnight (after trying her phone several more times, almost 3 hours since she said she was leaving Salt Lake) and got the number of one of her coworkers. While talking to him and telling him why I called and asking if he'd seen her leave, I hear a beep on my phone. I look and Elizabeth is calling.
"You called the police on me?"
"WHERE ARE YOU?"
"I was playing lazer tag, and when I listened to my voicemail, there was a message telling me I was reported missing."
"Yeah, well I guess I'll let the BYU police in our living room know you're alright."
So I guess Elizabeth does have friends - but only those creeps on the bus. And I will probably be my mother.
Maybe I've had one too many safety lessons in my life, thanks Dad.
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5 comments:
I'm sorry!
Next time I'll call when I change locations. And I'll keep my phone on me at all times so I never miss a phone call.
But look on the bright side, now you know what to do if I do go missing, right?
you are just a great friend brighton and you are lucky to have her zeb! stay safe.
see what those safety lessons did to you??? It was really fun to be able to talk to you guys last night! What does Jennifer think of this story? (Hint Jennifer: I'm looking for a comment from you)
wow you ARE mom!! elizabeth is taking my place and running around like a crazy person in some city. i'm impressed elizabeth.
the only thing i am going to say is that if elizabeth wants to keep acting out like this -- she needs dad to come and do a FHE safety demo -- celebrity visitor style.
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