subtitled: I Can’t Drive 55!”
I woke up Friday, content with the world. After all, it was “Friday”
and payday! How bad can that get? Well, let me tell you…
Weather-wise, it was hot and humid, and an ozone-action day
here in southeast Michigan. For you out-of-staters, that means you’re not
supposed to use gasoline-powered implements (like lawn mowers) or fill up your
gas tank until night.
I had been seriously thinking about redoing my pasta salad
and tweaking it a bit. I like making it for the weekend, as I can just grab a
bowl to eat here and there without the fuss of “making” a lunch or supper. If
it actually works out, I may put it up in recipes as my own, as I have been
messing with this for a few years now.
So, I went to Westborn at lunchtime and bought more feta
cheese, a green pepper (instead of the sweeter yellow pepper I used last time),
cherry tomatoes, more baby spinach, a cucumber and, to kick it up a notch, some
sugar snap peas.
I also got some apples for next week, and a tub of the
lobster bisque and a container of the Westborn seafood salad for my lunch
today. I went home and ate the seafood salad and the lobster bisque. Both were great, as usual. Then I headed back
to work.
That was when things went horribly wrong!
I was on Plymouth Road. I cut over to the inside lane as
traffic permitted just after Wayne Road, as I needed to turn. I punched it just
a little to avoid pissing anybody off, but then the light at Levan turned
yellow. Please note that the speed limit there is 40 MPH and I wasn’t speeding.
So, I hit the brakes…
AND THE BRAKES FAILED!!!
With my brake pedal on the floor, I slid through the intersection,
dodging the oncoming cars from Levan. Fortunately, their brakes worked (so did
their horns). God had apparently forgiven me those Jesus jokes from my youth,
as I didn’t hit anybody and nobody hit me. I passed through two turning cars
and continued on. Sweet Jesus! I used the parking brake to stop at my road and
turned onto it.
I again used the parking brake to turn into my building and
then park. I took a long moment to breathe again…
I checked with the mechanics out back and their theory was that
there was a leak somewhere. I told them I didn’t have any brake fluid on the ground
in my garage or my “handicapper” parking space.
So, they gave me a jug of Dot 4 brake fluid and told me to fill
up the reservoir. I did. Then I drove
down the street and checked it out. If you pumped them, you could slow the car
a bit, but not stop it.
The mechanics suggested several possible solutions, but none
of which they could address today. So, I called the only local car repair place
I know that somebody had some work done at once and were pleased with them.
But, they said they are closed on Saturdays. I asked if they could recommend
somebody and they did. I called there and they said to bring it in at 7:30 AM,
since they close at noon.
Then I called and cancelled my haircut and massage, both of
which I really need.
Of course, there was one more dicey thing I had to
accomplish: getting the car home. So, I left work at 4:15 PM, hoping to avoid
the five o’clock traffic. After much thought, I decided to take the expressway
instead of Plymouth Road. Not only would that minimize the number of traffic
lights I had to deal with, but if I stayed in the right lane, I could avoid
things by going onto the shoulder. So, that’s what I did.
At first I was lucky, because I got on just behind a
lumbering, huge gravel hauler. He never got to 60 MPH, so everyone passed him
(and I). But, he turned off. So, I just kept going slow. Hey, I was in the “slow”
lane, right? I eventually made it home safely. I called work to let them know
(they asked me to).
I took the night off and putzed in the air-conditioned
house. I cooked a pound of shrimp I found in the freezer for my pasta salad and
made the pasta. I did my ToDo list for the weekend (minus car trips). I made a
blue box of mac and cheese for dinner. I watched part of ”Indiana Jones and the
Temple of Doom” (my least favorite Indiana Jones movie) and then went to bed.
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