Ah-mod kahs and hot cars
Trip Start Sep 04, 2010
49Trip End Sep 30, 2010
A tub of popcorn, co-cola, and a Nestle's crunch. Well, I've been to Boston, but I still don't get the accent. We came into the daylight in a silly fit. "We rob ah-mod kahs!" Matt, I needed captions for that movie, I said. I only understood two words in the whole movie -- and one of them was the F word.
Ha ha ha ha it was a good movie though, an entertaining plot. We laughed all the way to Lakeshore, we'd do some exercise, and then, we'd have dinner at the Italian place.
But no, I smelled a burning smell. The temp gauge on the car was moving close to RED. We'll call AAA when we get to Lakeshore, we decided. An hour went by, but they never came. I canceled the call, decided to stop at the Shell station down the hill where Matt filled the radiator to the brim. They charged $1 for the water.
I drove a mile, the temp guage shot up again. In the heavy 280 commute traffic now, I pulled over by the reservoir, waited, begged the car to get us home. Another mile, another scare, I pulled over once again, asked Matt to lift the hood and see. Boiling water, steam.
7 PM the Mountain Brook police stopped by, offered help. AAA is coming, I said, but I don't like being here by the side of the highway in the dark. We'll drive by and check on you every now and then, they said. We were at the edge of the woods; the tree frog noise was even louder than the passing cars.
8 PM I get a call from AAA. I'll be there in an hour, he said. Would yelling help? I've never had delays with AAA before today, in umpteen years! When he arrived, he chained the car, pulleyed it onto the back of his truck, drove us home without a word.
The cats were starved, and we were too. I whipped up a quick spaghetti, garlic toast. No more thinking about kahs, tonight..