October 14, 2005
A Friend in Need
You know, I'm a really good friend. Last week, Erica called and was all upset about her car dying on the way to the airport. Not only did I comfortingly distract her from her troubles by talking all about myself, I offered to pick her up when she got back in town. We stopped by the scene of the car's demise, and she illustrated the early morning episode.
Exit 139 on I-65 from Lafayette to Indianapolis. The car engine sputters to a stop. At this point, Erica is pissed, and you can tell from her facial expression.
She tried in vain to start the car again, but ended up having to roll it down the hill.
Yes, this hill. She amazingly got it around the corner and onto the grass, where it truly died. Time of death: (I don't know. I didn't ask, but I'm assuming about 5:13 am). The tracks of the car are still visible (almost a week later) on the grass. At this point, Erica had moved beyond anger to sadness, as she gently pats the last indication of her car.
She didn't give up easily. Oh no. Along with the aid of the clerk at the Flying J, she pushed it around the parking lot trying to get a moving start. She poured in fluids. But nothing worked. Ironically, the car died at the very place we had stopped for gas (because it was so inexpensive) on the way home from Indy a couple weeks earlier. We were so blissfully ignorant at the time. Nothing in our gay purchasing of treats and drinks or joking about the flourescent t-shirts emblazened with kittens foreshadowed the tragedy that would shortly befall Erica at this unassuming Country Market.
R.I.P.
Posted by kea at October 14, 2005 02:57 PM