Fox 5 - Snakes. It’s a word that sends shivers down the backs of many. Now let’s take it up a notch and imagine being trapped in your car with one. Well, I talk to a Lilburn woman who has quite a story to tell.
Let Julie Weber get you started. “So we were on our way to South Carolina for Spring break and our transmission went out on the side of the highway.”
So, the family van went to the dealership, then sat there for four weeks. She picked it up Monday and that’s when the real ride began for her and for her friends watching it all unfold on social media in what they called “Snakegate.” “I open the door. The first thing I notice is a snake skin three feet long,” she said.
Yes, lying on the passenger seat. Now laughing, “I immediately go back in and say, ‘What’s up with the snake skin? Well, we saw that and thought it belonged to you.'” No, no it didn’t. So they searched. Front seat. Back seat. Under the seats. Nothing. So, she got in her van and left.
Let’s stop the story right here for a minute. Her van breaks down. She leaves it at the dealership for 4 weeks, and when she goes back to pick it up, her entire car is covered in snake skin. They told her “we thought it belonged to you”. And she didn’t punch them square in the face. If you leave your car at a dealership and you come back to 3 feet of snakeskin on your seats, they better hand you the keys to a new car and call it a day. No bargaining, no negotiating- snake skin is a deal breaker. But what did she do? Glanced around a little bit, hopped in, and let. So we go on:
But 25 miles out – yes – the creepiest thing happened. “I see out of the corner of my eye against the black interior a bright orange snake. It’s making its way between the seat and the passenger side of the door.”
Well fuck the cat and call it Rover. A fucking snake just shimmying around the joint like it owns the place. The story should end here, as 99% of the world would just drive off the highway into a utility pole, but the woman actually composed herself, which I have to give her credit for. Instead of sacrificing herself, she pulled over and called 911.
Here’s a partial transcript:
911 Operator: Clayton County 911.
Julie Weber: I’m on the side of 675 and there’s a snake in my car.
911 Operator: There’s a what, ma’am?
Julie Weber: There is a snake in my car. I don’t know what else to do or if this is the right number to call, but I’m not getting back into that car.
And that’s just what happened. The police officer tried but … no snake. So Julie was back on the road.
At what point do you light the van on fire? I’m not even that terrified of snakes, but the bigger issue here is if you’re driving and that motherfucker just grabs onto your face or your arms or some shit. Can’t snakes just wrap themselves around you like it’s no big deal? I’m not trying to be driving down 95 while a snake tries to strangle me to death. Julie drove not once, but twice, fully letting a snake just dominate her van. Call an Uber, Julie. One second she’s crying and calling 911 because of the snake, the next second she’s driving away like it’s no big deal. I can’t get a read on her at all.
Long story short it popped it’s fucking head out of the AC vent the next day, and they still couldn’t get it out, so she kept on driving her fucking snake infested van until it randomly just chilling on floor so they could throw it back into the wild.
I have to give this woman credit for staring death in the face and continuing on. Never in a million years would anyone with an IRA and saving’s account drive a car with a snake taking up residence in the AC vent, but hey, good for her. When the going gets tough, the tough drive around with a snake in their car. Respeck to Julie Weber.