I obviously made it home (I am blogging). How did this happen? Someone must have stopped and helped me, right? Sadly, no. Actually, quite the opposite. One car ended up behind me and its driver proceeded to honk as he stared at me standing outside my car. Then he kept motioning for me to move it (while continuing to honk). "Oh sorry sir, am I in your way? Don't mind that I put my hazards on...I'll jump right in and get it started and moved for you." I hate people sometimes. Anyway, Scott Windes came to my rescue. He is my hero today. Frankly he is humanity's hero too, because as much as I wanted to curse our species after "The Honker" Scott reminded me that at least a few good people still exist. (Humanity, for Scott's sake, I will refrain from cursing you today.) So my gratitude goes to him and to his lovely wife, Sarah, for sharing Scott with me today when my own husband was unavailable. Scott came and single handedly pushed my car around the corner, checked it out, and tried to jump start it. (I say "tried" because my car continued its rebellion and decided to give Scott The Finger. It wouldn't start.)
Before driving me home, Scott took me back to the laundry mat so my clothes wouldn't grow mold all afternoon. (Side note - I got a roll of quarters from the bank and there was a few nickles in there instead of quarters! I was jipped! AND, the dryer ate two of my quarters. And no one speaks English! Or at least they pretend not to. Smart. Anyway, this is just not my day.)
So now I'm home. I should clean my apartment. Actually, I should go running, but (after a recent jog on the horse trails) I've developed quite a blister on my right Achilles heel. When I went searching through our first aid supplies for a band aid, I found these - our only band aids:
This is apparently what you get when your husband does the first aid shopping. (I'd post a picture of the band aid on my heel, but then you'd have to see my foot, and I feel kinda weird about that. I'll just say that these do NOT look like bacon when they are on your skin. It looks like a gaping wound.) On the company's website, this product's tagline (also this blog-post's title) is: Meat Heals Wounds.
Well, meat may heal this wound, but can it fix my car?