I not only forgot how to serve Holy Communion, but I forgot how to sing, which I've been doing all my life.
Then on the way home from church, the engine in my truck just...stopped.
I put my hazard lights on, but I had to wait a couple of changes of the light to push it onto a side street. It was funny how people kept pulling up to the bumper, baby, then finding out Mr. Truck wasn't going anywhere.
Mr. Truck's oil was low, so I trekked the three blocks to the Mapco. Thank God I had worn my longjohns. It was bitter cold in Nashville terms.
I knew Mr. Truck's timing chain had broken.
I walked to the Germantown Café.
They were closed, but the staff there were so kind to me. Even though they were officially closed, they gave me a Bloody and a phone book to search for tow trucks. I finally found one, but it would be $75 cash.
Lucky for me, my bank still has a branch in Germantown.
The gentleman driving the tow truck told me of the brutal work he'd put in during the previous week's snowstorm.
Did you know that towing is divided up by area, and if a tow doesn't show up within 30 minutes, Metro can call another? Neither did I.
Anyway, he was kind enough to drop me at the Eastland Kroger, because he was going that way. So I was able to get my grocery shopping done and walk home.
But then the truck! It's old enough to have graduated from college, if it were a person.
A Thousand Dollars! Yikes!
I can't afford a car note; and a truck is a good thing to have. So I took the plunge.
I am so glad I did. It's a whole new vehicle. And no, I won't tell you which shop did the work, because they're backed up already.
