So I’m at work yesterday, and I get a call from a guy who says there’s a woman struggling to change the tire on her car. I explain the police don’t change tires for people, but is she perhaps blocking traffic?
Guy – No, but she needs help. The car fell on her.
Me – It fell on her?
Guy – Well, not on her, but it fell off the jack and she needs help.
Me – Is she elderly?
Guy – No, she just needs help! You need to get someone out here now!
It turned out to be my SISTER!
Yesterday was the last day of finals in Christy’s graduate program at Berkeley, she’s had over a hundred pages or work due just this week, she had an upcoming final at 5pm and an imperative meeting at work that she couldn’t get out of.
She had gone out to her car to find a flat tire. (This is the same car that cost her $800 earlier this week in transmission problems.) When she tried to change it, she found that the SPARE was flat. While she was realizing this, the car dropped off the jack and landed on the rotor.
She called, just as upset as I was that the neighbor reporting party didn’t help, and walked (in the rain) to the PD where she got my keys to use my car for the day. That’s when I inherited her day. Work got crazy, I got a ride home from work and realized just as we were pulling up that I didn’t have a KEY, as it was on the keyring with the car key. Dur.
I live in Oakland. My windows are shut tight when I’m gone, and I’ve never thought about leaving a key outside for In Case (actually, I thought about it briefly last week and dismissed the thought, yup). This was at five pm, so my friend who dropped me off and I went to dinner (big burgers and fried mushrooms) and then I waited at a neighbor’s house until Christy’s final was done. I had a Koigu sock on the needles, so it wasn’t no thing.
But by now, Christy’s in the air, winging her way to Atlanta to see Bethy! Wheee! She had a glitch in ticketing and had to get a first-class* seat on the way home. Even though it cost her more, don’t you think she deserves first-class? I do.
First-class all the way, baby! See you Monday.
*I’ve never flown first-class myself. It’s a goal, though. And footnotes rock.
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