And it's not even her car, really; it's on loan from Jason, our mechanic, and he wouldn't be pleased. Now that I consider it, though, I'm not even sure it's his -- it could be registered to the junkyard for which he works.
Anyway, after retrieving the keys I made it home in time for my roommate to drive to work with her new grapevine beetle, safe in its bug house, and there will be no tickets for us, or a junkyard in Grove City, today.
Now to refill my cup...
This photo was taken on the south side of the street; the north side is being cleaned today.
Emergency street cleaning?! What constitutes an "emergency" in the street cleaning business?
ReplyDeleteAll I can think of are elementary school janitors being called in with pails of what we called 'sawdust' to clean up massive puddles of horf...
ReplyDeleteJust imagine it on a city-wide scale.
I've read your entire blog. I'm enjoying it very much!
ReplyDeleteWoohoo! I've gone wild reading strangers musings.
Fantastic!