So we were going to a special dinner for my son. He graduated from high school two years ago. But since most people thought the world was going to end we didn’t do anything. Well we decided to do something finally. We drove from my house to down town San Antonio. There the car started sputtering and would not go at more than a snails pace. We talked to one police officer tried to call a couple of places then I just called a tow truck.
It was almost closing time. The dealership couldn’t take. The tow company couldn’t store it. So it came back to my house.
I hate the long weekends sometimes. It still got done, a week later.
I really am glad I didn’t need to get a new car. But I thought that maybe I would not get a new car. Life might be better without a car.
I tried calling the repair shop, four times. I finally got through. Apparently I had been calling the wrong number. The repair shop sent a tow truck. Now I have a vehicle that runs.
To much stuff this month.
