We had a little adventure last night. Nathan is still chauferring me around as the vertigo is still hanging around, albeit much less annoying than it was. Anyway, he gladly offered to drive me to Weight Watchers to do my first new-year weigh-in. (I was dreading the weigh-in, but I was only 1.8 pounds up. I figured that wasn’t bad for having the holidays, a week-long vacation, and an illness in between!) As I get in the car, Nathan turns the key–and nothing.
Nada. Zip. Zilch. The battery is dead. Graveyeard dead.
So we call my mom, who just left the same parking lot, and asked if she could come give us a jump. Only, we didn’t have cables. Why on earth, we wondered, were we driving around without jumper cables?! As luck would have it, neither did my mom. We figure, hey, this is a good time to make that AAA membership worth its while!
The wrecker was at least 45 minutes out, though, so I figured I’d go inside and ask if someone could give us a jump. You have to understand: this is a Weight Watchers meeting immediately after the new year. It was JAM packed. Of the two dozen or so people who had weighed in already, NONE of the had cables. So all I could do was go outside and tell Nathan, “Well, at least we’re not the only schmucks without jumper cables.”
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