|I have to mend holes, which is why I think there's nothing goofier than buying pants with holes already in them.|
|funny thing about money and how it can slip through your fingers|
And nothing happened.
Flustered, I turned it again. clickclickclickclickclick
Naturally a girl's thoughts turn towards her car battery in this situation and I tested lights, radio, windows and all worked just fine. The drive thru people came outside to see what was wrong--why wasn't I pulling ahead for my family pack of cheeseburgers (plain, 2 with only pickles thankyouverymuch) and fries. They tried starting my car and even popped the hood. I suspect they knew about as much as me about cars because they closed the hood after remarking that "everything looks clean under here."
Breathe. Reach for cell phone and dial Al, my car guy, and ask for a tow. Head inside to wait after turning on emergency flashers. Appreciate the kindness of the crew at Tom's Drive In who tell me they'll remake my order after the tow truck gets there so my food is hot when I'm ready to leave.
While I sit near a window and watch the traffic pass, the irony does not escape me. I call my book buddy and tell her I won't be picking her up, but I hope to join everyone later. I think about the State of the Household Budget and how there's a lesson about counting chickens and boy, could I go for some chicken tenders about now because I can smell them in the air. I skipped eating earlier in the day to save up for the night ahead, so it all smelled good. Up the road I think I see flashing lights--my tow truck? No, the gaudy lights of the truck stop at the intersection, Christmas lights maniacally blinking blinking blinking. I'm lucky. This could have happened in worse places, like a parking ramp downtown when I was ready to head home after book club, long after Al's shop was closed for the night. I'm lucky, I have extra money to get whateverthefrickiswrong fixed. I'm lucky I have a place I can call and know they'll take care of me. I'm lucky I have a cell phone. I'm so blessed, really.
|hot, savory fast food deliciousness that tastes just like chicken|
|Dave, who is kind and good and drives a tow truck|