So, I’ve
gotten what would be an able-bodied’s broken leg.
Let me set
the stage for you:
Joey needed
me to run an errand for her. OK, no
biggie, I’ll just run to the Dollar General, get what she needs, and be home…easy
peasy, done it thousands of times in 17 years.
I set off
down Tanner toward Mercedes, but never make it.
I was passing a car when my chair keeled to the front left…HOLY
CRAP! And, the street leans that way to
boot…DOUBLE CRAP! I immediately think I
just lost my wheel, but when I back up, the wheel’s not there.
Carefully, I
drive back home with my undercarriage bumping the whole way. I manage to make it up the driveway, but I
have to figure a way to get up the ramp to get inside, because my front left’s
not getting any traction.
Once up, the
ramp, I call Joey from the door to tell her to tell me I didn’t just lose my
front left. She actually said no, and by
then, I could see it’s still there. OK,
really? Then, I have trouble getting
over the lip of the threshold, so I have to turn around in that itty bitty
space to back in.
Anyhoo, now I’m
waiting for the mechanic to come fix my hooptie and ranting.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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