Not all of us are broke and barely scraping by
but when we are instead of tales of being seen at all the cool parties and
events we have tales of our adventures in just getting by.
I called all my previous little
used cars single mom jalopies. None of mine were eye sores or dropping parts
but they were old and stopped running long before I was ready to move on.
One night a few winters
ago I was headed east through Sacramento. I was living in Natomas but had some
place to be this particular evening.
As I came down from the off ramp at Watt
avenue close to the freeway still heading westward I was cresting towards the
light when my cars' engine died.
Before I could do more than
turn the key once or twice and try not to panic there was a new reason to.
If you do not know, I am a
little ethnic woman. The street was dark and quiet it might have been as late
as 9 p.m.
Suddenly without any serious time
passing I saw three of four youngish looking white males. They all had baldish
heads. They were moving towards my car waving at me.
For a moment I felt…trapped.
Where did they come from?
Did they mean me any harm?
How did they know I was in
distress enough to need help already?
They were coming from the
right side of the street where there are stores and fast food eateries, a mini
strip mall type of situation. I am familiar this area and had no other reason to fear for my overall safety.
These rowdy young guys reached my
car and began to lay their hands on it banging
on the hood. It did not seem as if they meant any harm although I was still a
bit startled.
They wanted to help push me
out of the street.
Aww how sweet.
They did that and stayed to see if they could
help get me going again. When I was pulled into a space we lifted the hood but
as I retried the car it started and they left.
Silly me I thought my
nightmare was over.
I moved a few feet down the road through the next light and
a bit around the bend when my car died again. I could not restart it and there
I sat.
I sent out some SOS calls and texts. I listened to the radio. I tried to
nap.
Eventually my roommate from
the Natomas area, who was out and about when she got word of what was going on with me, but only as far as the Arcade area, came
and got me.
The folks I was trying to meet up with in Rancho Cordova stopped by
to see about me but none of us could remedy the car problem in the chilly dark.
I went home and sat around
for a week trying to figure out what to do. When we went to go see about it
again it started as if nothing had happened. It turned out that winter that I
needed a new battery.
No comments:
Post a Comment