Well, I Could Try
... to Pay the Phone Bill With Love, But I Think It's a Felony
It looks like the princess needs a new alternator. All things considered, I think we're getting off easy.
When I think back to what happened last night, where I was when I broke down, the two kind pedestrians who pushed me over to the side of the road (instead of leaving me in the middle of a very busy street), and the fact that the car was still in one piece when we went to meet the tow truck, I consider myself very blessed that things weren't much worse.
Really, any other time, I would have thrown the car in neutral and pushed/steered it to the side of the road myself. But, since the surgery has left me seriously compromised, I was absolutely without means to do a damn thing for myself or my car. I don't know how it was that no one plowed into the back of my car. The road is exceedingly busy with lots of speeding traffic. The neighborhood isn't all that great. It's not the worst in San Diego, but it's not all that great. My cell phone could have been dead. I could have NOT been able to reach anyone. When I look at it in those terms, I'm so grateful that nothing worse happened.
And my dad has been so awesome!
"Do you still have AAA?"
"No, Dad. I had to make a decision between renewing it or paying for insurance for my . The won."
"Okay, I'll take care of that for you. It'll be part of your Christmas present."
When the mechanics quoted me a price on the work, I asked if waiting until Saturday (when I get paid) would be okay. Once again, dad to the rescue.
"You're not waiting until Saturday! I'll take care of this and you can pay me back."
While I believe he offered that solely to avoid having to play taxi for the rest of the week, I'm not complaining. There was a time that he wouldn't have done this for me or my sisters. And now...