Slippery Hills and Children's Lauhaughteeee

These last days I have been driving all over the place on work business. Usually a very pleasant time as outside is way better than inside as you all will agree... except for yesterday. The day started out real nice. Overcast but still warm. It's never cold here but you understand that I am setting the scene. Anyway so we are driving around checking out Census stickers on the houses, the rain is coming down in sheets but we don't care as we are enjoying a set of oldies but goodies on the radio. Whitney Houston is singing about how children are our future and we are right there along with her. How can we disagree, we are children ourselves.
At some point the road starts going up. No problems because this is St. Maarten, there are hills everywhere. I'm sitting in the passenger seat and enjoying myself thoroughly ... I believe the children are out future, teach them well and let them lead the way ... show them all the beauty they possess insiiiiide.. give them a sense of pride, to make it easier ... let the children's laujaughteeee. The further up this hill we go, the softer I start singing and the louder my driver starts singing. The jeep is groaning and straining up the hill. When I stare out the front window, I am looking right up to the sky. Now I am nervous and I start chatting. At one point I look to my left because I am chatting but I am not getting any response. If that steering wheel was alive it would have died of strangulation, so tight was she holding on to that wheel. I'm gripping the coat hanger thing and staring at her. The wheels are spinning and the car is not moving ... I hear her whisper: "Turn off the airconditioning". Now I am afraid to loosen my dead grip on the coat hook, but I have to. I stretch out one finger, one shaky finger and switch off the airconditioning. The car seems to get some power back and it slowly churns upward.
I don't have to tell y'all that once we got up there it took us 10 minutes before our hearts descended back down as they were stuck somewhere in out throats.
And then we had to go back down ....

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