The Longest Two Blocks
My car broke down today exactly two blocks from the repair shop (to which I was in the process of driving when said automobile crapped out). This is not an extreme source of distress for me. I still have my health and two beautiful kids and a lovely, supportive wife. The sun is still shining and nobody in Australia likes Britney Spears, so most of the fabric of the Universe is intact.
But, there's still that little car thing I have to deal with.
I guess it could be worse - we could still be riding horses around like Wyatt Earp and Bill Hickock and the man from Snowy River. What would they do if their horse blew a clutch? I know exactly what they would do - camp for the night. After blowing the dang thing's brains out. Don't worry, I know we live in a more civilized time. No beasts of burden are ever going be injured on this blog or any affiliate blog of Procrastination Station. (We leave that to Evil Twin Biff and his cohorts.)
I think the only one who really neads to be scared around here is me and we all know that the point of impact is going to be my back pocket.