I have been without wheels for an entire week now. Running out of everything. Hiking to the grocery store, the library, the pharmacy, the overpriced convenience mart. Hauling back what I can carry, which isn't much. Meanwhile, Bubba (our mechanic) works on the car finding more and more things wrong with it and having to order parts from Timbuktu...
I guess, what do you expect when you drive a 1973 Dart Swinger? Especially one with a V-8 engine, which is pretty much a rarity for that model car.
I suppose it would be wiser to have a more conventional car... But The Green Machine is Bob's baby. She's like family. So I got to keep her running. And right now, she's all I got. Even if she is stuck over at Bubba's garage waiting for parts...
Everyone should be so blessed to have a car mechanic like Bubba. I tell you, he's a sweetheart. And a miracle worker. If anyone can get The Green Machine going, Bubba can. And not only that, he's honest and always gives me a discount. Right now, he's trying to fit a radiator for a Dodge Charger into The Green Machine and to do that, he's got to chop it down and weld it. This because there doesn't seem to be a single Swinger V-8 radiator in the entire US or Canada available unless you buy one from one of those custom collector car places which would cost an arm and a leg. Like I told you, he's a miracle worker and always goes the extra mile.
Bubba and I have spent a lot of time of the phone this past week with his daily good news/bad news reports. The other day when he called, I was busy with Bob so told him to call me back in five minutes.
Now I never answer the phone at The Pink House, letting the answering machine pick up, a sort of poor man's caller ID--if you will, as we have way too many darn creditors hassling us day and night. But that day, exactly five minutes later, the phone rings, so I'm thinking it's Bubba calling back and I pick up the phone. The conversation went like this:
Me: Hey, Bubba!
...dead silence on the line...
An unfamiliar woman's voice: Hello?
Me: (thinking) Oh shit, a creditor!!!
Woman's voice: Do you speak English?
Me: Bubba! Bubba! Bubba!
Well, that's one way to get rid of a creditor. Ha! Sometimes, you just have to laugh. Or else you're going to cry.