My baby was very naughty last week and decided to break on me. So for punishment I left her all alone in a parking lot for the night. Thought she’d learn her lesson but she didn’t.
The next morning I arrived, thinking my evil plan had worked. All excited, I put the key in the key hole and nothing… Helpless, it was time to call in some reinforcement, meaning a tow truck. After the longest call of my life I finally managed to get a tow truck to come out, estimated time 1 hour. In tow truck terms that must mean sit tight we’ll be there when we get there.
So after baking in the sun for 2 hours and amusing myself by talking to my car and telling her how disappointed I am and that our relationship will never be the same, i finally saw a huge tow truck pull in and parks in front of me, a little man bungeed out and came to me.
Little man: Eish mam can you start your car?
Me: Yes I can I was just checking your response time. Duh!
My car was pulled onto a flatbed. I’m sure I heard it squeak, while it dangled there and the flatbed was being rolled down and secured. Now it was my turn to get in, which is easier said than done. High heels and all, I climbed up what felt like a rock wall, hanging out the door trying to pull myself up, is definitely a memorable memory. I’m just grateful there was no one to witness my embarrassment.
I am happy to say it was a minor problem and all was fixed in record time and I got my car back the next day. We are both doing good and are now working on our relationship! Therapy might be an option!
I knew there was a reason why I missed reading your blog while I was away :)
ReplyDeleteAlways a good chuckle and snort.