I wonder how many times I reminded my girls upon their leaving for an evening to please remember to call if they needed a ride home or anything else.

They’d raise their right hand and swear they wouldn’t get into a car with anyone who’d ben drinking.

I certainly didn’t have to worry about THEM.

MY girls didn’t drink!!!!!

Right?

We never got a call-for-help through all their growing up years.

THEY however, got a few from US when we’d had one-more-for-the-road too many….. but my girls always made it home safe and on their own.

That is, until a couple Fridays ago.

We’d just finished dinner and it was one of our favorite times; dinner done, pj’s on, candles lit, fire in the fireplace, a bowl of popcorn between us and start the movie.

And then…..the phone rang.

And I knew who it was because of the ring-tone; one daughter is a bunch of chirping crickets, one is quacking ducks and one is a BOING, BOING, BOING sound.

This was Boing, Boing calling.

It was a little late so I figured somethin’ was up.

WHAT?

Did I REALLY want to know?

I considered letting it ring.

Just kidding Boing, Boing…you KNOW I wouldn’t do that!

“Mom, whadd’ya doin?”

“Just gettin’ ready to watch a movie.”

“HELP…..mom we need help. We need a ride home.”

“From WHERE? Where are you?”

“We’re in a brewery in Folsom and it’s like a reunion and…..MOM, we need a ride home.”

“Give me the name and street.

Here we come.

DON’T DRIVE.”

Lobo had heard enough of the conversation to know we were headed to Folsom.

This was not how we’d planned our evening but…..douse the candles, shut the fireplace doors, put the popcorn in the kitchen, turn off the TV and head out.

And when we arrived, there they all were…..familiar faces from their high school days which seemed like just a blink ago.

Lots of laughin’ and “do you remember when…..” goin’ on.

I got out to give a few hugs in my pj’s & slippers.

Who cares, right?

We found our passengers and we headed back to the cars.

I got behind the wheel of Boing, Boing’s car and her man rode in ours with Lobo who was also in pj’s & slippers, and the two cars headed for home.

We delivered the two of them and their car safely home 10 or 15 minutes later.

Our entire conversation all the way home was, “Mom, look at me…do I look drunk?”

“I can’t look but, I’ll take a long shot and guess yes.”

And NO, we didn’t want to come in!!

Nope, not even for one minute.

NO!!!!!

We honked, waved and drove away.

The next morning, they called with thanks for the Rescue Rides.

Lobo and I had talked about it on our way home and again while we opened the fireplace doors, re-lit the candles, grabbed the bowl of popcorn and pushed PLAY for the movie.

So when they called the next morning full of THANKS, we had one of our own.

Thanks for bothering us and asking us to pick you up at a bar because you were too drunk to drive.

And, thanks for not driving. You possibly saved us a phone call NOT from the bar but from the morgue.