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Apr. 21st, 2005 10:58 am“You picked a bad spot to have a picnic!”
In spite of myself, I had to laugh. There I was, stranded on the side of the road, wilting under the Exit 14 sign on Route 95 South. It was a hot and sticky day, and after half an hour cooped up in my poor crippled Rav-4, my clothes were starting to cling to my body like Faye Wray in the grasp of King Kong, and my feet were starting to itch inside my shoes. Oh, and for those keeping track, I had already had four nervous breakdowns.
I looked up and through my window, immediately grateful to see the handsome thirty-something AAA driver standing outside. He had wavy brown hair and a big old smile, and there was just something about him that I immediately found reassuring. Although, I guess, at that point in time, having ripened like a hothouse tomato left unplucked for too long, I probably would have found a syphilitic one legged octogenarian perfectly charming, as long as he came with a tow truck and a AAA badge.
I got out of my car and beamed at him. “But it’s such a beautiful day,” I said. “And this seemed like the perfect spot.”
He laughed, and I immediately became aware of a hint of onion bagel in the air. “So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.
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In spite of myself, I had to laugh. There I was, stranded on the side of the road, wilting under the Exit 14 sign on Route 95 South. It was a hot and sticky day, and after half an hour cooped up in my poor crippled Rav-4, my clothes were starting to cling to my body like Faye Wray in the grasp of King Kong, and my feet were starting to itch inside my shoes. Oh, and for those keeping track, I had already had four nervous breakdowns.
I looked up and through my window, immediately grateful to see the handsome thirty-something AAA driver standing outside. He had wavy brown hair and a big old smile, and there was just something about him that I immediately found reassuring. Although, I guess, at that point in time, having ripened like a hothouse tomato left unplucked for too long, I probably would have found a syphilitic one legged octogenarian perfectly charming, as long as he came with a tow truck and a AAA badge.
I got out of my car and beamed at him. “But it’s such a beautiful day,” I said. “And this seemed like the perfect spot.”
He laughed, and I immediately became aware of a hint of onion bagel in the air. “So, what seems to be the problem?” he asked.
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