If one lucky thing had happened in the whole day, it was that the crash had happened within walking distance from a mechanic. Gordo, Ethan, and Mrs. Craft got out of the car and went to the station to get the car towed. When they returned to the car, they were met by a very angry man and a police officer, writing a ticket. "That's her," the man told the officer. "That's the woman who crashed into me."

The officer approached Mrs. Craft. "Is this your vehicle, ma'am?"

"I think so," Mrs. Craft replied back. "It's hard to tell. It doesn't usually look like that."

"Cut the funny business." The officer thought she had to have been joking. "Is this your car or not?"

Gordo interrupted. "Yes. Yes, that's her car."

The officer started writing. "May I see your driver's license, ma'am?" She took it out and handed it to him.

Ethan looked at his watch for a while and then looked up at Gordo. "I don't think we're going to make it to the golf tournament now." Well, that was a masterful stating of the obvious. Well, at least at least Gordo now knew that Ethan could tell time, at least enough to know that there was no way that they could make it on time.

The officer check his hand-held computer screen. "Mrs. Craft," the officer called, "do you have any idea how many moving violations you have?"

She thought about it for a bit. "A lot, I suppose. I move a lot."

He started attempting to explain to her what he meant. "I mean, do you know how many accidents you've had while you have driven your car?"

"A few, but I don't mean to do any of them."

The officer started to get a little impatient. "Well, you happen to have so many that I'm going to have to take away your license. Driving is a privilege, not a right, you know."

'Great,' Gordo thought. All this was too much. Gordo went into the Service Station, pulled out his cell phone, and called Miranda. He needed to talk to a friend right about now.

Miranda answered her phone. "Hello?"

"Hey, it's Gordo."

"Gordo, what's up. Where are you."

"I'm at a Service Station."

"What? Speak up, I can't hear you."

Gordo started talking louder. "I'm at a Service Station."

"A Service Station? What are you doing there."

"I was going to a golf tournament with Ethan and his step mom crashed into the car in front of her. Now the car is totaled, she got her license taken away, and we're stuck in this service station that's who knows where."

"Wait. You were in Ethan Craft's step mom's car- and got in a wreck in it?"

Gordo was getting even more annoyed. "Yes, and if you say 'Oh my gosh' just once I am going to hit myself on the head with a dipstick."

"Wow, you're really upset."

"Of course I am? I don't think I could stand spending another second with that dim-witted, idiotic..."

"Wow, you're really jealous of him."

That did it. "Miranda, I am not jealous of him! Why would I be jealous of him? He's the biggest doufus in the world! I can't think of anyone I would want to be like any less than Ethan Craft! And he's making this Summer the worst Summer of my life! I just can't take it-" Just then he turned around to see Ethan standing right behind him. He looked upset and had obviously heard the entire conversation. He turned around and without a word slowly walked away. Gordo didn't know what to do. And just stood there stunned

When Miranda didn't hear anything out of her friend for a while, she started to try to get his attention. "Gordo? Gordo are you there?"

Gordo snapped out of it and put the phone back to his ear. "I'll have to call you back."