Excursion Excursions
Doing me an enormous favor, the couple car-sitting the Excursion for all these months attempted to juice up the lifeless battery and start it. With the keys in the ignition, they hooked up the charger. The once dead alarm sprang to life suddenly, beeping wildly and, as one might not predict, locking the doors with the keys inside.
And I call Japan.
Flyboy doesn't know where the spare key is, and has no idea what the code to the door's keypad is. I keep prodding, insisting that he give me an answer that will help the situation. The poor guy, exhausted from a ridiculous deployment schedule, verbally shrugged. I huffed, bid him a stern farewell, and hung up before he could say goodbye.
And really, after I hopped on the motorcycle and flew to the scene, I replayed in my head the tone with which I'd left him. What in the WORLD did I expect him to do from 5,000 miles away? Frankly, I'd expected the right answer. I expected resolution. I want to play the damned damsel, and I want him to ride up on his noble steed and give me the spare key.
Only heaven knows why he bothers with me. He called me back with a possible solution, not mentioning that I'm a horrible witch that deserves to be alone forever. And though we had to eventually call AAA to make right the debacle, the very important part of the story (which should be the title, in lights, of our ridiculous arrangement, the tension therein, and the backlash of separation) is He Called Me Back.
Alternate ending:
"Okay, don't panic," Flyboy would gather his thoughts quickly. "You sit tight, I've ordered a masseuse, a manicurist and a Taco Time employee to come straight over and ensure that you are comfortable, feeling pretty, and filled with chicken burrito goodness."
I would nod, as if I expected this news.
"And now I will send a Japanese encrypted radio signal to a satellite that is directly above the Excursion right now, and not only will it unlock, but it will juice up the battery, start the ignition, and fill the gas tank."
"Thank you," I'd sigh, exhausted from my moment of worry. "You always come through when I need you."
"No worries, baby-cakes (he doesn't really call me this), now I'm off to save the world."
Cue exit music, and.... end scene.
And I call Japan.
Flyboy doesn't know where the spare key is, and has no idea what the code to the door's keypad is. I keep prodding, insisting that he give me an answer that will help the situation. The poor guy, exhausted from a ridiculous deployment schedule, verbally shrugged. I huffed, bid him a stern farewell, and hung up before he could say goodbye.
And really, after I hopped on the motorcycle and flew to the scene, I replayed in my head the tone with which I'd left him. What in the WORLD did I expect him to do from 5,000 miles away? Frankly, I'd expected the right answer. I expected resolution. I want to play the damned damsel, and I want him to ride up on his noble steed and give me the spare key.
Only heaven knows why he bothers with me. He called me back with a possible solution, not mentioning that I'm a horrible witch that deserves to be alone forever. And though we had to eventually call AAA to make right the debacle, the very important part of the story (which should be the title, in lights, of our ridiculous arrangement, the tension therein, and the backlash of separation) is He Called Me Back.
Alternate ending:
"Okay, don't panic," Flyboy would gather his thoughts quickly. "You sit tight, I've ordered a masseuse, a manicurist and a Taco Time employee to come straight over and ensure that you are comfortable, feeling pretty, and filled with chicken burrito goodness."
I would nod, as if I expected this news.
"And now I will send a Japanese encrypted radio signal to a satellite that is directly above the Excursion right now, and not only will it unlock, but it will juice up the battery, start the ignition, and fill the gas tank."
"Thank you," I'd sigh, exhausted from my moment of worry. "You always come through when I need you."
"No worries, baby-cakes (he doesn't really call me this), now I'm off to save the world."
Cue exit music, and.... end scene.