The call from my wife comes at noon, “Do you want to go out dinner with the kids?”
She knows that I don’t want to, but that’ll I say yes in order to get our one “weekend event” out of the way as early as possible.
“Since you are getting off early (a rarity,) do you want to come home first or meet straight there?”
Knowing that my wife cannot just go to one place combined with my “need” to be home 45 minutes after any Italian meal, I let her know that we can meet there…and I can still get home at my regular time. I have a writing project to finish tonight so I can start my next one before Monday comes.
The meal went as well as can be expected and we were leaving separately. Half way home, she called me and, what a surprise, she was going the other direction to shop somewhere for more stuff made in China that will stick in my foot when I step on it at 4:30am.
I get home, mix an adult beverage and clean off my work area to finish up a script that has been dodging me for a while. Cleaning this space is like getting a fresh start. The baseball game was getting ready to start, which is the perfect background for my creativity…because baseball is good.
The phone rings.
I ignore it at first, I’ll let the machine get it. I never want to talk to anyone…especially now.
I recognize the voice as my wife.
Wife: “Uh…I’m stranded. The kids turned on the blowers in the van with the ignition off and now the van is completely dead.”
Me: “Did you try turning everything off and trying.”
Wife: “Yes. Do you want me to call the service company.”
Me: “No. I’m coming.”
Wife: “Thanks dear. I love you.”
Me: “Try the van again.”
As the ice melts in my drink, I grab the cables and leave.
It took me 20 minutes to drive exactly 5.1 miles there.
It took me 60 seconds to jump start the van.
That is when IT struck me.
The Italian dinner!!!!!!!
And I was 5 miles from home…in shitty traffic.
Twenty five minutes home.
For the first time since I VERY BAD experience in our garage when I was six, I thought I was going to crap my pants.
Somehow, I made it.
I took care of my “business,” downed my room temperature adult beverage and made a pot of coffee.
Change of plans…but, I did get a good story out of it…which I always like.