Or a fizzle, perhaps.
On the way home from work, I was on the phone when my car began to act up. It gave a sickening "stutter" and began to lose power. Apparently, even a hybrid needs gas to go.
After making a few phone calls, I realized I had nothing else to do so, while waiting for my arm to bake in the hot summer evening sun, I posted to facebook.
And soon realized my friends are all smart asses. As if I didn't know or suspect that already. And some of them have a strange aversion to hashtagging which I thought was inappropriate on the first day Facebook officially sanctioned it.
Thankfully, someone else felt that I was in need of sustenance. This someone else obviously doesn't realize that my 1,400 squats are not paying off. I also came to realize that my friends are all closet cougars.
After almost forty minutes, the officials stopped, but they didn't bring biscotti, a bar that is now my new standard for roadside assistance.
Thankfully, shortly thereafter, the Calvary arrived. You'd think this would be the time for my loving friends and family to express their relief. You'd think wrong.
But not before they confirmed why I love them as I do...
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