In loving memory....

My car has finally given up the ghost. I am so sad about it that I decided to work from home today. Not like I really had a choice. Well, I do have a few choices; I can call in all of the favors and get a ride to work, I can take the bus, or I could even walk. In reality my office is only about 4 miles from my house. I decided instead to stay and "work" from home. While I am at it, I better just tell you all about my cars passing.

It was a bright sunny afternoon (yesterday) I was on my way to look at a prime piece of real estate (more on that later) when I decided that I wanted to stop by my house first and pick up a package that I knew was waiting for me. I am about 1/4 mile from the exit when my car breathed its last breath. I was able to pull it over to the side. I noticed that the gas thingy (what is that called) instantly went from 1/4 full to EMPTY. I was not amused. I promptly got on my cell phone, with the help of my very cool looking Bluetooth headset and called people who I thought would be in the area. Go figure everyone was at least 10 miles away, which calculates to about 45 minutes away in Bay-Area-rush-hour-traffic speak. I had to cancel with my realtor who probably hates me now. Oh well.

For those of you that are not blessed to live here in California: our hard earned tax dollars are used to fund a free roadside assistance program, the goal of which is to keep traffic flowing by promptly assisting those that need assistance. They are called highway angels, fitting. So an angel stopped to escort my car out of this life. Actually he first put gas in it, since the gauge (THAT is the word) suddenly said "feed me". When that didn't work he lifted the hood and tried to act like a man. I, on the other hand, had no intention of acting like a grown-up and promptly decided to pout. He said that there was nothing that he could do for it, it was gone. He asking if I was a member of AAA. I seem to remember at least 5, count them FIVE, previous occasions when I insisted that I would immediately sign up, obviously I am a failure because I never did.

I promise that I didn't shed a tear, but I must have looked completely pitiful. He said that he would tow me all the way off of the interstate and to my home. Realizing that he was totally not suppose to do that, I stopped pouting. When we got to my house he pushed my little car into the car port and was on his way. I kicked the car a few times, it was therapeutic. Who knows what is wrong with the thing. I hope that it can be resurrected, or at least that the burial doesn't cost me my life savings.