who let the air out?
on my way to work this morning, the whole world started to rumble, and i got that horrible sinking feeling. i pulled the car over to the curb, climbed out in the rain (will it EVER stop raining?), and found the culprit - the front passenger-side tire. flat as a pancake.
while i waited on the AAA guy, i called home and left a voicemail for justin, who i figured would be checking our voicemail online at about that time, to tell him what a fun day it was turning out to be. then i read the new york times sunday lifestyle mag he left in the car and ate a stick of monterey jack string cheese and talked to milo about disguised refrigerator doors and manhattan real estate prices and children at dinner parties (by his kicks, i'd say milo is pro kids at adult parties) as i read about them.
the nice man in the truck with the flashing lights showed up five minutes late but changed my tire in less than five minutes, and as i toodled down the interstate, pissing people off by going 45 mph on my spare, my friend jim called to see if i was okay. justin had gotten the voicemail and instant-messaged the friend most likely to be already out there instant messaging at 10 in the morning and asked him to call me. it's nice to feel connected, even when we're 2037 miles (give or take) apart.
while i waited on the AAA guy, i called home and left a voicemail for justin, who i figured would be checking our voicemail online at about that time, to tell him what a fun day it was turning out to be. then i read the new york times sunday lifestyle mag he left in the car and ate a stick of monterey jack string cheese and talked to milo about disguised refrigerator doors and manhattan real estate prices and children at dinner parties (by his kicks, i'd say milo is pro kids at adult parties) as i read about them.
the nice man in the truck with the flashing lights showed up five minutes late but changed my tire in less than five minutes, and as i toodled down the interstate, pissing people off by going 45 mph on my spare, my friend jim called to see if i was okay. justin had gotten the voicemail and instant-messaged the friend most likely to be already out there instant messaging at 10 in the morning and asked him to call me. it's nice to feel connected, even when we're 2037 miles (give or take) apart.
posted by laura at 10:50 PM
3 Comments:
That stinks. Sounds like Milo is my kind of guy. He'll be swinging from the chandelier before you know it!
Oh, don't we love technology? Most days, anyway.
Glad you weren't stranded for too long.
So thoughtful! Love Justin.
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