When the Universe
conspires against you...
It goes something like this:
Wake up, Get Dressed, Drink Coffee, Don't Smoke, Go!
So you put your clothes on and head out with your girlfriend to the car.
But when you get there the car is only a memory, and snow removal trucks are
the new reality.
Meltdown? Not yet, just find the car.
Follow the little red "Ville De Montréal" truck and ask them
who towed the car.
Done, little red truck says call 872-3777.
Phone says they don't know because it was towed about 30 minutes ago, call
back in an hour!
Lovely girlfriend decides to resort to public transit. Grr, mingle with the
commoners! Outrage!
I walk around in a daze screaming "Bella!", but the car doesn't
answer.
I hear the sound that freezes souls in Montréal, the towing siren!
I spot the tow truck coming down the street towards me & I flag it down,
they stop.
I ask if they towed our car, they say yes, I say where, they say there, I
go!
Bella is safe at the corner of Marie-Anne/ Erables! Whew.
Little letter on the windshield says I owe $92 for my inconvenience!
Die Fuckers Die!
Get in, Start her up, Crank the heat, Get out, Brush off Snow.
Turn around, pull handle, Door Locked.
Say What?
Car running, Cell inside, Wallet inside, Back pack inside, All doors Locked.
Meltdown? Not Yet.
What can I possibly do? 1-877 number for Mazda is in window, call them.
Go in the Deppaneur,
lets me use his phone but says if the line beeps I have to hang up because
they do deliveries and he doesn't want to miss a call.
I explain that my keys, wallet, cell phone & back pack are locked in my
running car out front
and all I need to do is call this toll free number and we can all avoid a
homicide. (Ok, so I left out the homicide thing)
He says "I have no problem with you using the phone, it's just that if
the second line beeps I have to take it"
I nod & smile and say "Sure thing".
I get in touch with Mazda & they say help is on the way, they'll be there
within 30 minutes.
They got there in 5!
Car open, me inside, call wrk say I'm late & head out.
What the Fuck
was that? Some Supreme effort to get me to smoke?
I announce to the Universe, Don't Fuck with the Cat!
Especially when the Cat just cut tobacco out of his life.
Grr.
Other than that, What a Beautiful Sunny Day!