Well it didn’t actually start out that way.
Weird noise in the wind from car’s undercarriage; typically that means one of two things:
- Something is broken, or
- There is a monster clinging to the underside of the auto, which is waiting for me to stick my leg out
Since no webbed claw appeared from beneath the edge of the door when I opened it this morning, I assumed that something was indeed broken. A quick look under there and sure enough–some plastic (and most likely expensive) dangling piece. It was 7:05am and I was alone in the office parking lot.
A call to AAA and preparations to tell the driver that all I needed was probably a tightening of a coupla bolts, right? Just lift that front end and get ‘er done, right? Wrong. There were no bolts in there to re-affix said dangling piece. So off a’towing we go.
And that’s where the funny part kicks in. As we drive along, the technician worked to tune in some music. He landed on some station that I’d never heard before (that should come as no surprise as anyone who knows me also knows that I only listen to a few things in my ride: NPR, my own mixed CD’s, or my SD Card with various mixes from my favorite folks) and one of the first songs to play in full was this:
We drove along in silence while this musical masterpiece blared from the truck speakers and my car precariously bounced along behind us. Not a word was exchanged. It was all I could do to not laugh at the squirming of the driver, who not once attempted to change the station. He let out an audible sigh of relief when the song was done.
See, I told you it was funny.