Yesterday morning started as it usually does.
I went to yoga at the ungodly hour of 5:30 (yes, am). On the way back I noticed that my gas light was on.
Yes, the very same gas tank that I resolutionized to keep full.
I decided to go get gas BEFORE going home so that I wouldn’t risk running out of gas with all 3 children in the minivan. (yes, I am kidding. I totally know the EXACT amount of road I can cover after the gas light comes on but I maturing. I am a mother. I have responsibilities.)
I stopped for gas. Filled up. It was 6:55 am and I had a full tank of gas…YEAH.
I got in the car. Turned on the ignition.
click.
Crap.
click.
Crap.
click.
Are you kidding me?
Crap.
I knew blog-Stedman was already miles away on his way to work. I also knew if I called him I would receive the much deserved and often recited “This is why you should keep your gas tank full” lecture in all its glory. With footnotes.
click.
Crap.
click.
Crap.
I stepped out of the car in all my post-yoga glory to check the outside of the car. I don’t know why. What was I expecting?
A big yellow button on the side of my minivan. A flashing sign in the shape of an arrow pointing to the big yellow button. The flashing sign would say, “just press this button to get your car working”.
No button.
Crap.
“Sounds like your battery.”
Crap. (audible)
“I have some jumper cables in the back here, do you want me to try?”
I looked across the pump to an angel of mercy dressed in khaki shorts and a sweatshirt. He almost glowed.
Thanks. You have no idea how much I appreciate it.
Thanks again.
Thanks. I really mean it.
A few minutes later I was on my way home.
An hour later I was waiting for a new battery to be installed.
A few hours later I checked my gas gauge.
Whew, still full.
I now have a new resolution…
No more playing chicken with karma.
Thank heavens for strangers with jumper cables! Was he cute? (Say yes…lie if you must!)
Resolutionized sounds like a George W.-ism.
I was so afraid somehow someone was going to steal your gas before the end of the post. Now that would be a crappy day.
My husband helps all stranded motorist–he says he wants good karma in case it’s his wife or kid stranded–this way he’s sure a good guy will stop for us.
There’s a special place in heaven for people who stop to help the stranded.
well, it’s all better now, right?
Oh thank goodness!
What the crap, I thought all you yoga people were supposed to be oozing with good karma?
My car died yesterday, too. Unfortunately, my fix is not as easy as a battery.
By the way, when you get done with your “100 Good Things,” be sure to stick a link on my blog! 🙂 Shouldn’t take you too long. Be like one of my other friends – throw back “1000 Good Things” so I can mumble “overachiever!” at you.
It’s mutual; glad to share the name and VERY glad to know we can do it without creating VERY BAD THINGS in the universe. (A small wormhole connecting Canada to New Zealand might be okay, though…)
At least it wasn’t your timing belt. I once broke a timing belt three blocks from a Firestone (now, that was convenient); unfortunately, I was on my way to a big meeting, it was raining, I had no umbrella, I slammed my skirt in the door and got it all greasy, had to buy a new outfit AND a new timing belt…
Amazingly, I managed to do all this AND get to the @#$% meeting. Which was downtown, and I HATE going downtown, but that’s another story! Glad your angel of mercy found you!