about time

it happened today. in the middle of running errands, one of them taking a deposit to the bank for work, my truck stopped working. i had run into a store to drop off some coffee and upon my return... nothing.

i cranked and cranked with no response. was it the battery? was it the difibulator? the panifuklator? the smachulator?

who knew?

i called my sister. "hey stace, what are you doin?" she was busy. she was already carting around my good friend who locked his keys in the car and couldnt call me because i was at work. i explained my predicament and my location. in the background i could decipher a low voice bellowing "we are about to drive past that store." within 60 seconds, they arrived and i jumped in still on the clock.

after making the rounds for kyle and getting him safely returned to his own vehicle, we then changed direction and headed to taco cabana. that is right. i was on the clock, in the middle of a major cash handling violation having not taken the deposit straight to the bank, and coping with a potentially broken truck, we stopped by the taco cabana for some soft taco fun.
what are priorities when your stomache speaks?

now here it is, 8:55pm and my truck is still dead as was reconfirmed over hot chocolate with the jumper cables in tact. still nothing. with work creeping nearer and nearer, 4am is looking, well, cold. dang.