Champagne in a Guinness Glass
15 Jan 2012 Leave a Comment
Yup, it was that kind of day/night. It all came to a head around 5:30. I was leaving to meet Erica for dinner at the nines in Woburn. Thanks to Sunday night traffic I made it there early so I decided to play my own version of beat the clock and run in to TJ Maxx. I’m out of the car at 5:45, mall closes at 6, the same time as my dinner appointment. Alas, TJs didn’t have what I wanted, and if they did there was no way I was waiting in line. Hustle back to the car, it’s 5:54. My car battery…”What is DEAD for $200 Alex?” That’s right, were talking the Jeep is giving me gatz. Luckily the restaurant was across the street and unluckily it’s the coldest night yet. To get from Point A to Point B I need to cross one of the busiest streets in Woburn while wearing dark jeans and a black thigh length coat. Poor Man’s Frogger. Luckily when I sat down Erica and I decided that we would go for happy options instead of healthy options and we enjoyed red meat.
Check came and so did the call to AAA. The dispatcher tells me they will call when they are 5 minutes away, which made me think they were more or less close. But I was WRONG. After asking the window of waiting I was looking at, Joanne informed me they have to meet me before an hour and a half is expired. That statement right there doesn’t really give me much hope. Anyway, we waste time and go to Lowe’s, this is when the omen appears. Out of 3,001 extension cords, Erica chooses the one that costs (with tax) $6.66. Yup, my luck had now rubbed off on Erica. The cashier was so freaked out by the total that when I jokingly asked him to take $.01 off, HE DID. Off we went with her $6.65 extension cord.
Back to the parking lot. After 20 minutes in rolls a tow truck. No call, nothing. Joe jumps out, missing teeth but with a great handshake, and uses a handy dandy machine to jump me my truck instantly. I decide to let the charge sink in and wait another 5 minutes in Erica’s car. Get in my car to go home, praying that I don’t hit a long light. And “ding,” “tire low” light comes on. Now I know it’s because it’s flickin freezing out but to say that the pleasant little “ding” didn’t make my heart stop would be a blatant lie.
So here I am at home in the comfiest robe ever drinking champagne out of a Guinness glass, because it’s been that kinda night, and damn it, because I can!
