me and AAA
On Thursday night, Fanclub Girl texted me that she was at The Old Club, and that she had not been there since that night with me and The Little Red-Haired Girl took her out to The Boys Club before Queeraoke. That was the same night that our car broke down in the parking lot and we were up until the wee hours of the morning waiting to get towed, then had to get towed again the next morning to the service center where I spent an exorbitant amount of money getting my car fixed. This all a week before we took the car on a week-long journey towing all of our belongings in a 6×12 trailer.
Anyway, if I had gotten her text Thursday night, I might have taken it as an omen. Unfortunately I did not see the message until the next morning, after The Little Red-Haired Girl had already discovered that our car would not start. That’s right, friends, my great american car, solid as a rock, once again, prostrate. The battery was so dead that the automatic locks wouldn’t even work. I wanted to check under the hood, but the lever seemed to be broken.
I cancelled my afternoon plans to call AAA, who probably recognizes my voice by now. Luckily the tow guy was able to get the hood open and jump the car, but it was a stressful few hours there. I have no idea how the battery was able to die like that, since no lights were left on or anything. I think it must just be a sign from god to buy Japanese, and soon.
