HAHT MECHANIC!
So, yesterday was a good day. It was warm but not sweltering, and I got to putter around Boston with my friend Pat (he's a swell guy, and he's even fun to take shopping... he doesn't complain... he actually pointed me in the direction of Kate Spade... now THERE'S a good friend). Anyhoo, after I got back from Boston, me and Mel hit the bars for a while like the couple of classy broads that we are. On the way home from The Chateau in Norwood, Mel got a flat tire, and this occurrence is singularly responsible for restoring my faith in prayer (yes, from the heathen's mouth). While we were sitting there alongside route 1 waiting for AAA to come rescue us, I was silently chanting to myself, "Come on send a haht mechanic... haht mechanic, haht mechanic!!!" 5 minutes later, who pulls up? A hot mechanic. It was like the planets had aligned and a ray of light was shining down from heaven upon my tipsy self :o) He made some joke to his friend that me and Mel were gonna mug him, and then he said to us "You girls wanna hit me?" So I turned to Mellie and said under my breath "Hunny, you have no idea!" So anyway, the moral of the story is: dreams do come true... all you have to do is pray hard enough, and God will send you a HAHT MECHANIC!