Thought I would go get petroleum last night. Oh how foolish. I let the cranky truck warm up, we made it fine to the $3.28 per gallon corner station, and then I had the bright idea to go get a burger before the Colts game. BWAAA HAAA HAAA HAAA. We died turning from Mithoeffer to Washington, and 3 times in line at McD's, and then she would go no more at the scene of the original gasp, Washington and Mithoeffer. Chuck is bowling. I had him text me the phone number for a tow truck, called said tow truck. And waited. 40 minutes.
I had my lights off, blinkers on and hood up, hoping that would somehow signal to other drivers that "Hey, got a problem here!" Did those steps work? Not at all. My favorites were the ones that honked AS they passed me. Just thought I'd stop and have dinner at the stop light cafe. In the cold, and for atmosphere, I'll leave only my blinkers on an pretend it's a candle flickering?!?
So it's at the shop.
Sigh.
1 comment:
Stop Light Cafe. Nice, is you're husband ghost writing for you.
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