I was help out at the Pike River Rendezvous explaining the artifacts that had been recovered from the Resique Tavern site, which is at the same place as the Rendezvous. The tent next to us had this beauty for sale. I hemmed and hawed about it all day, then decided to buy it. I was driving my Saturn, but the lady told me it fit in the back of their car... Yep you guessed it. I am hot, sun-burnt in fact, and standing there with the man who sold it to me, no way to get it in my car and it is threatening to storm. Neither of us have any tools with us to take it off the stand. Disaster! When suddenly, a very nice total stranger said "if you are not going far, it will fit in my mini-van. I'll follow you." I live about an hour from where we are standing, but a dear friend lives only a mile or so and I saw her at the Rendezvous. So we load it up and take it to her house, but she is not home! luckily her porch was, so we unload it as the rain starts. I call my parents, who only live about 20 minutes away. Dad is at a woodworking conference in the next state and won't be home until late. I call another friend - it was her wedding I was making dresses for - and she is home. She and her husband race to rescue me. It won't fit in her new car either! They have not moved their tool bag into the new car, so her husband drives back across town to get them. We manage to get it disassembled and into my car, then go back to their house to relax, wait out the storm, and eat some yummy homemade chocolate hazelnut ice cream. When we got there I realized that not only did she drop everything when I called she did so in the middle of her dinner! They say a real friend helps you hide the body, in my world a real friend drops everything to help you, even when the help you need is completely due to your own poor planning.