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I’m having car trouble. Major trouble. The kind of trouble that costs more than a grand to fix and keeps me bus- and friend-dependent for transportation. The kind of trouble that caused me to spend part of last Wednesday night sitting on a stranger’s stoop, my car blocking another stranger’s driveway, waiting for a tow truck. <\/p>\n
Tonight, at long last, I will get my car back. I love my car, but I’m a little pissed at it right now. Though the guy fixing it told me that if I got to 92,000 on one transmission, I’m probably doing OK. Whatever.<\/p>\n
Anyway, what this minor catastrophe has taught me is that I have bonafide angels in my life. When Jeff heard I was stuck waiting for a lift to the shop at 10:00 p.m., he not only came over to keep me company, he gave me his car (a shiny, new, beautiful Passat, no less) for the weekend since he would be out of town. When I told him I’d have to take the bus to, gasp, Bellevue this morning for work, he offered to drive at least 30 minutes out of his way to give me a ride. When I told my boss, Shelley, that I needed to leave work early today to grab a bus from the Eastgate P&R that would then drop me off in Pioneer Square to grab a transfer that would drop me off in front of my apartment so I could be home in time for the dealership’s shuttle to pick me up in time to pick up my car before they close, she said, “That’s ridiculous, I’ll just give you a ride home.” <\/p>\n
Again, I know this is minor, and that I’m being a big baby about taking the bus. I could do it if I had to; I’ve done it before. But I’m touched and grateful that I am surrounded by the kind of people who will drive across town (and over a floating bridge) to make my life a little easier. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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