Okay then...

[knile]

Yesterday afternoon, my car ran out of gas. I often say that I push the envelope, and my gas gauge is just one example of that deep-seated issue. I always knew it'd happen some day. This is actually a combination of my being a stubborn weird crazy old man and my gas gauge having some totally nonlinear, possibly sigmoidal, display function. Where did this happen? .4 miles from my house. For Rochesterians, I will tell you that I was on Crittenden just a few feet from Mt Hope. For the rest of you, I will describe it as thus: Between a gas station and a car repair shop, but on the wrong side of the median to get to the gas station. I stopped in the middle of the road at 4:15 PM. Doug had to bring my wallet because I'd foolishly left home without it. He refused to help me push it into the service center parking lot, telling me I should call AAA. I told him this was a stupid plan. He finally agreed to go to Hess to ask for a gas can. They told him to go across the street to the service center. He went in & they told him it'd cost $20. He came back out & re-suggested AAA. "NO." I put a plastic bag up in my window - this was necessary given that my 4-way flashers don't work anymore. People were driving around me, all kinds of crazy with rush hour road rage. Feh. I went into the service center and requeted the can. The woman behind the counter asked "Don't you want to call AAA?" "I can fix this problem for $25 and in 5 minutes. I'm not. Calling. Triple. A." "Okay then.. where's your car?" I pointed out the window: "If that truck wasn't in your parking lot, you'd see me 30 feet from here." I scooted across Crittenden to Hess where I bought $6 worth of gas and cursed lots of things. Then I scooted back through traffic to pour into my tank. I mostly emptied the can and figured it should be enough. Doug continued to watch from the sidewalk... I hopped back in the car and turned the key. SPUTTER SPUTTER MOTHERFUCKER. I turned it off. I cursed a little more, turned the key again. WORKY WORKY! FUCK YEAH! I stood on the gas and turned onto Mt Hope as if nothing had ever gone wrong.. Hah. That's that story. I was really annoyed with the whole situation. But now all is well. And I can cross it off my list of "things I know I'll do, but I won't know when they'll come to me". Everybody has that list, right... right?

Speaking of which, I'm pretty sure tomorrow is a 10-year anniversary of sorts for me. Ten points to anybody who can guess or remember the significance. Fifteen if you can name the relevant location/setting. Fifty if you can name any other relevant parties involved. It's not what you're thinking, is it? I hereby publicly ignore anything czeano suggests.

This morning I bought a card for 11 classes at Breathe. Finally. During shavasana, Laura played more Bob Marley today and burned incense. And I liked it! *REDCHEEKS* (Yoga-buddies: Thoughts on the incense?) I heard Bob Marley in at least distinct 4 places today. It's that time of year? Plus I've decided to blow my recent windfall(s) on a pair of Birkenstocks. Finally. Dana's right: Rochester is turning me into a hippie. Oh, and I volunteered tonight at Foodlink, which was a fascinating experience (again).

Alice's Restuarant, only not at all.

Yeah, I should rename some files or something.