5.17.06

Category: dribblings

what a morning.
first it started with Kaze barking at 5:30. awesome.
so instead of beating her or putting her in the basement for a Time Out (gay), i brought both dogs in the house. awesome.
Roxy has met Toonces on numerous occassions and they have a kind of relationship where Roxy ignores the cat and the cat tries to lure Roxy over so she can swat at her nose.
awesome.

for the first 20 minutes Kaze went around my room sniffing EVERYTHING ‘cos she knows there’s a cat in the house, she’s seen it from the door several times. well, Toonces was hiding in plain sight on my dresser.
to make a long story short: Kaze got swiped a couple of times, the cat got to make a couple of those throat growls, and jaimie got about 15 minutes of sleep.
awesome.

i put the dogs out around 7:15. Kaze immediately went into Squirrel Mode. Roxy was all, “are you going to feed us?” that dog would eat all day long if i’d let her. and no, she doesn’t have worms, margaret.

so i make me an egg sammich and i sit down with a cuppa coffee and try to read a few pages of my latest fiddy when i hear the telltale sound of a car not starting.
no, come on. i just sat down to read. i just want to read another chapter before work, please God? please? bless their engine, Lord. place your healing hands on their engine and just let it start. please? OH FOR THE LOVE QUIT WEARING OUT THE STARTER! I’LL BE THERE IN A SECOND!

so i figured it was someone in the parkinglot across the street but it wasn’t. it was an old truck in the middle of 6th ave. weird.
i walk across my yard to the fence and ask the old black dude, “you need a jump?”
“naw, i ran outta gas.”

ran out of gas?! well, this one’s a new one on me.

“okay,” i said, “i’ll be right back.”
so i go get my gas can and it’s mostly full ‘cos the only thing i use it for is the lawn mower and it takes like, a half a cup of gas to run the thing so. i had almost a full can.
i go over to the truck and the guy can’t get the gas cap off ‘cos there’s…a lock on it.
wha fuh?
“you got a key for that?”
“i don’t know.”
“is this your truck?”
“nope.”
“uh…”
“it’s my cousin’s truck.”
“uh huh.”
“i had to take the kids to school today so i had to borrow it.”
“are those your cousin’s keys?”
“he didn’t mention nuthin’ ’bout no gas in the truck.”
“i’m assuming the key’s gotta be on the ring, right?”
“those your dogs?”
“yeah.”
“you keep ’em locked in the fence all the time?”
“yes.”
“tha’s good. what kind are they?”
“just mutts. maybe the ignition key opens it?”
and, you know how sometimes when someone is doing something you want to slap their hands away and do it yourself because they keep doing it wrong?
this guy kept trying to unlock it WITH THE SAME KEY OVER AND OVER. like, DUDE, we could do this all DAY LONG.

eventually one of the keys worked. i poured half a gallon. after some coaxing the truck finally started with a roar. he tried to give me $2, but i just couldn’t take it. so now i’m gonna wait for the fallout for my good deed.

well, it’s 8 o’ clock now.
i’m exhausted.
hee.

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