car trouble

Car Trouble

Among the many things I worry about when going out as a girl, car trouble  rarely makes the list.

And, there I was, driving along when my car just up and died on me.  I tried to rouse the patient, but it wasn’t responding.

And, to make matters worse, I had forgotten my cellphone.

I sat there, a little annoyed that my day was about to be ruined when I realized how thankful I should be that I was, at that moment, my guy self.

Phew!!

I mean, I had to walk some distance to get a phone, then I had to deal with the tow truck driver, and then the garage where the car was taken.  I doubt it would have been a comfortable experience in heels and a skirt; then again, it would have been an interesting adventure.

Still, I think I can live without that sort of thing.  Perhaps a change of clothes and some makeup remover should be standard emergency equipment in my trunk from now on.