SHATDAY
When I got here an older fellow wandered over and said "Spark plug blow?" "...?" "Yeah, there she is *pointing*. You're probably just gonna need to screw that back in, yup, be right on your way again. Thanks, old guy. At this point another, different old guy, apparently a diesel tech, wanders over, makes small talk, and actually pulls out the plug. "Yeah, see it's broken. Never was put in right, that's why she blew... Wasn't screwed in the whole way!" "I see... No surprise." "Yeah, I normally have my tools in my car, but I'm in my daughter's car today... otherwise I'd fix you right up." Wow, also, thanks old guy.
I really enjoy friendly people, I don't often get to meet any.
Hey, neat, someone from AAA just called to clarify my location and tell me he knows Exactly where it is because he lives in this area.
I sincerely doubt that will take care of my problem, but it's nice to know they at least know where I am.
I count it amongst the nicer things that at the very least it is a small problem and that it will be cheap and easy to fix - well, easy, I have yet to see if/when I will have to shell over cash to someone, although I kinda feel it's inevitable. If they tow me to a service station I am guaranteed to have to pay some cashings, and frankly I just don't have cashings to be spending.
I went inside the diner/restaurant and bought a soda. It's a good soda.
That bee is back.
It's a nice day out, I'm ge- go away, bee - I'm getting some sun and I'm finally getting to write a bit, which I am happy about. The subject matter, well, not so much. But the experience is good.
Holy shit, there are dogs in this SUV next to me! Where's that piece of shit that left those dogs in the SUV so they could go get a reuben? Yukon XL Denali, my ass, poor dogs. It's hot in the sun. One of them is whining. Hold on, I'ma go check the back of the car, I have a theory. Wow, no "Support our Troops" ribbons. Suprising, I could have almost guaranteed there'd be one.
Soda supply dangerously low.
The bee is fighting himself in the mirror. He's like a little Don Quixote, tilting at windmills and the like. You know, but without the moral lessons or chivalry or such. I wish he had a little helmet and such. However now he is just being annoying and attempting to enter my shirt or hide behind my glasses.
I'm desperately trying to figure out why it's always SUVs with the "Support our Troops" ribbons and such adorning them. I guess they just want lower gas prices. P.S. 1.95.9/gal.
Woops, tow truck.



