I suspected my travel was going far too smoothly. Turns out, I was right. The Travel Gods have been saving up all their wrath for my return home. THE FACTS OF THE CASE ARE AS FOLLOWS:
Fact: Don't it always seem to go, you don't know what you got 'till it's gone.
Fact: A big yellow taxi did not carry off my old man.
Fact: A big yellow towtruck DID carry off my NOT AT ALL OLD car.
Fact: It's a good thing I chose to drive my own car to Connecticut last week. It might have been the first and only road trip we will get to share together.
Alright, Travel Gods. YOU WIN. If you are going to insist on taking a car away from me EVERY TIME I COME HOME FROM TRAVELING, I will just have to stay on the road. FOREVER.
Adios, amigos. See you ... never. If you want to reach me, better call my cellphone. Or Enterprise. They'll probably know where I am.
Love,
RWP.
What, why? Is the boxcar gone!?
ReplyDeleteCareful with your other possessions...anything could happen now.
I ran the boxcar off the highway Saturday night. Official word from today's insurance appraisal is.... byebye, boxcar. Thankfully I wasn't hurt at all, though I definitely could have been.... but now I have to get ANOTHER car. One a month forever?
ReplyDeleteWait, what..off the highway? What happened? I'm glad you are ok!
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