I continue to drive.
Some days are better than others.
Two days ago, I was driving a car from south Florida up to Milwaukee, WI when a tire on a Lexxus blew out, and I was sliding all over I-75 in Georgia. Ended up on the shoulder of the road, and the elderly gent who owned the car had given me a "valet" key, so I could not open the trunk to change the tire.
Had to sit on the highway for over 3 hours waiting for a tow to the nearest tire store (ten miles away)
This was out in the sticks. When the tow driver came, he was a young, blonde, tall skinny kid named Caleb.
He tried to talk me into going to his buddy's "retread" tire store instead of Wal Mart, and I declined.
Then he announced it was his birthday.
"Happy birthday," I said.
"It's my birthday."
"Yes, I know."
"It's my birthday, and I'm 22."
"Good for you, Caleb, hope its a happy one."
"It could be. It might be. Once I drop the car off, where you goin'?"
"I'm staying with the car all night til Wal Mart tire dept. opens in the morning."
"No, come on over to stay at my house, we can party."
"No thanks, but I appreciate the offer."
"It's my birthday."
"I know."
"It's my birthday and we can party."
"No, really, but thanks."
"It's my birthday and we will party, birthday suits mandatory."
HUH? All of the sudden, in the back of my mind, I could hear the banjo strums from DELIVERANCE.
Anyhow, the car got fixed the next morning and I was on my way. Just another chapter in the life of a Driving Fool.
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