| I had planned on using this post to talk about how awesome the Primus
show was on Saturday night, but I don't think I'd be qualified to talk
about it. You see, my car decided to break down about 80 miles from the
venue. This was made even worse due to the fact that I broke down in
Oklahoma.
So, after attempting to revive my car for about an hour or so, I
finally gave in. I was going to get towed back to Fayetteville. Seth
noticed that there was a police station on the other side of the
highway we were on, so we set off walking over there to ask for a phone
number of a towing service. When we arrived at the police station, lo
and behold, we learned that the highway patrol in Oklahoma doesn't like
working weekends. Defeated, we returned to the car, then decided to go
looking for a phone book. Eventually, I got the number of a
towing/wrecker service. 45 minutes later, a man which Seth said could
only be described as "burly" showed up to tow us back.
Seeing as though we had already traveled nearly 250 miles, this tow was
quite the opposite of brief. Then, I noticed the man driving the tow
truck had a (presumably) loaded pistol in the floorboard. I assume it
was for his own protection. The ride was much less comfortable after
noticing that. Eventually, we got back to Fayetteville and I limped my
car into a parking space. $650 later, my car is still dead. Sitting in
a parking space. I only hope my car can be fixed.
In other news, I've had my xanga for 1,000 days. And I'm done with it.
The experiment was a failure. (whatever that means.) No more posts. I'm
going to release it back into the wild from whence it came.
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