divine angst

Mr. Angst called me to tell me he’d had a blowout in the borrowed car he’s been driving. Then he told me he couldn’t get the tire off because certain critical parts of the jack apparatus were missing.

So I left work, drove up to where he was, and we tried the jack apparatus in my car. No dice. The two systems were incompatible, and my jack wasn’t tall enough to do anything to his car.

So we called roadside assistance. Thank goodness for that extra $3 on the car insurance. It’s worth it! What we got, within 20 minutes, was a fellow in a beat-up Chevy car and a heavy-duty jack. We were back in business in just a few minutes.

Not a fun way to spend part of your afternoon, particularly when temperatures are hovering somewhere near, if not over, the 100-degree mark. But at least no one was hurt and the car is still drivable. Needs a new tire, yes, but drivable.

Part of me is really frustrated about the whole thing, but another part of me just finds it funny (I seem to find odd things funny lately). Maybe it’s a sign of impending mental breakdown. Or maybe I just can’t find the energy to get too worked up about this kind of crap right now.

I have a few hours now to cool down and relax. My mom is coming into town to take us to dinner tonight.