Personal Narrative-Volkswagen Passat

As I start my 2001 Volkswagen Passat for the first time in 2 months, it clicks for a few seconds before rolling over. The back left speaker doesn’t work anymore and the button for the trunk doesn’t work anymore so I just have to use the key. All these malfunctions remind me of August 27th, the day my car flooded. My good friend, Ben Lund, and I just got done eating Subway and decided to go to Sioux Falls so we could get school supplies. On our way up there I get a call from my girlfriend, Jenna Horrocks, saying that she no longer has band practice. It was cut short because of a thunder storm that was coming. We decided to go pick her up just so we could hangout. As we were on our way to go pick her up, it began to rain. Hard. As we were turning off to get on the interstate, a guy in a yellow cobalt cuts us off almost causing us to rear-end him, Ben and I retaliate by cussing him out. “How someone can drive so stupidly in such bad weather?” I ask Ben. “Some people I guess.” Mutters Ben. Ben and I pull into the Howard Wood Field parking lot and wait for Jenna. I see her running through the
At this point I can barely see. I’ve never seen it rain this hard in my life, except when we went to Arizona during monsoon season. We find a place to park. Surprise surprise, there aren’t many people at Barnes and Noble during a terrifying thunder storm. We run inside trying not to get drenched. Trying to ignore the cracks of thunder and pounding of rain on the roof, we casually talk about book series we like and have read. After a while of our way-too-casual conversation, we start trying to figure out what we’re going to do. Jenna calls her father to explain what’s going on. He says something along the lines of be safe and do what you need to in order to get home safe. I somehow decide that it would be a good idea to try to get through the storm, get Jenna home, and drive Ben and myself