This isn't near as bad as the folks going through the hurricane recovery but my normally smooth daily routine was a little less than routine. I was coming back from downtown around 11:00 and my truck died on me. Of course, I was doing 70 in the outside lane of the busiest interstate interchange in Charleston (no shoulder) but managed to dodge across 6 lanes of traffic to get to the right shoulder. I call a friend at work and have them look up the number to the tow company. Of course I can't hear with the windows down and by now it's about 105 plus inside the truck and I'm drenched with sweat. I call the tow company and they said they would be there in a hour and got my number for a call back. Of course, all this sweat is running into my cell and now it doesn't work. The only option since I won't get the tow company call back is to walk two miles to the next intersection and beg the use of the phone at the Caldwell Banker office which of course they let me use.... since I'm drenched and they probably think I'm going to rob them.
They weren't scared long as they listened to me talk to the tow operator to explain again where I'm broke down and why I won't be able to answer the call back (of course they are trying to stifle their laughter and failing miserably). Of course there must have been 30 cops drive by that never even looked like they would consider stopping till I got about 50
feet from my truck and notice there's a state trooper parked behind me writing a ticket for my abandoned vehicle (which he was good enough to tear up). Add to this that when I call Enterprise rental (I only called them because they have pick up service from the garage), the only thing they had was a cargo van which is now in my driveway.
The topper was when I got home .... I have two elderly Macaws and people who have parrots usually realize that the critters don't like things out of the routine and Max (my oldest and meanest) dislikes change more than most. His perch looks out onto the driveway and of course there's this ugly white van sitting there and he doesn't like
it. I opened his cage door and since he has been fairly mellow lately, I
wasn't paying attention as he lunged and bit the crap out of me.
I next set a steak out that I was going to have tonight and went out to light
the gas grill..... Of course, this day has to be consistent and I'm out of
propane and charcoal lighter for the other grill.
I think it's time to make a margarita and call it a day.
They weren't scared long as they listened to me talk to the tow operator to explain again where I'm broke down and why I won't be able to answer the call back (of course they are trying to stifle their laughter and failing miserably). Of course there must have been 30 cops drive by that never even looked like they would consider stopping till I got about 50
feet from my truck and notice there's a state trooper parked behind me writing a ticket for my abandoned vehicle (which he was good enough to tear up). Add to this that when I call Enterprise rental (I only called them because they have pick up service from the garage), the only thing they had was a cargo van which is now in my driveway.
The topper was when I got home .... I have two elderly Macaws and people who have parrots usually realize that the critters don't like things out of the routine and Max (my oldest and meanest) dislikes change more than most. His perch looks out onto the driveway and of course there's this ugly white van sitting there and he doesn't like
it. I opened his cage door and since he has been fairly mellow lately, I
wasn't paying attention as he lunged and bit the crap out of me.
I next set a steak out that I was going to have tonight and went out to light
the gas grill..... Of course, this day has to be consistent and I'm out of
propane and charcoal lighter for the other grill.
I think it's time to make a margarita and call it a day.
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