As tough as I pretend to be, I still get scared shitless at times. Like today, when I entered onto I24, merged into traffic, and my car decided to shimmy like a stripper at a night club. It was all I could do to pull off onto the shoulder and pray one of the speeding semis didn't wipe me out then and there.
Thank God for caring others.
Patrick was there in less than ten minutes, words of consolation, a plan, something to keep my mind off the broken car. Which I would be paying for, with no moneys. No moneys. (If you would like to send me moneys, I am ok with that...)
I wound up taking his truck, throwing my satchel inside, while he drove off with my Honda, barely getting above 30, and promising to have an answer as to why it decided today was the day it wanted to die.
I drove the 35 miles to campus, only to find most of the student lots had been closed for some basketball tournament being hosted this week. $5 to park.
There were other lots, being monitored, strictly for MTSU students. If you had a parking tag.
See where this is going?
Guess what I left in my car, back in Nashville? Yep, my parking tag. Guess who wouldn't let me park in any of the student lots? Yep, the guys with bright orange vests.
So what did this resilient little girl do when faced with adversity?
She calmly and quietly tucked her tail, threw a finger in the air, went to buy Boondock Saints II, and went home for a nap.
Oh it is glorious how quiet a house can be when empty in the middle of the day.
Doesn't change the fact that I WILL run over the orange festooned guards of the parking lots if they ever cross a dark street alone.