Obviously she was dubious.
Car trouble?
I felt like a dog with it's tail tucked in.
....and nothing I could say would change the fact.
It was pouring with rain and I walked to the security gate to look for jumper cables.
The nice man had a four wheeler and said he'd give me a lift to the clubhouse to fetch them.
I hop on the back holding the seat with two fingers, while trying to keep umbrella over head, keys in hand and phone from falling.
I slip around on the roundbar carrier.
The nice man was a very keen speedhump jumper!
We got to the clubhouse in one piece but I declined the lift back!
Anyway I flagged down another nice young man to help me jump start my car.
There are some advantages to being middleaged and a little ratty.
That was the second time in a month!
How does that law work - the one Murphy created?
Never drive anywhere wearing your Pj's -
Well I did!
All the way - ten kilo's- on the highway, to Brooklyn, to post a parcel.
...and while I ran in I left the radio playing.
...and when I got back the battery was flat.
...and I had to call AA roadside assistance.
...and they came, and I payed and chatted and smiled!
...and made as if there was nothing wrong,
...nothing wrong at all with me wearing my Pj's!
