Had a bit of car trouble the other day. I pulled out and the car stalled. Well, what the heck, it's old and been beat to death. I started it back up. Fine. I put it into gear. Not so fine. It didn't go anywhere. I could rev it up in any gear and not go anywhere.

A local towing service truck was right in front of me. The guy thought he'd won the lottery. The timing was just perfect for him.

"Need some help?"

"Nope. I like sitting here. Thanks anyway."

I waved him off. He sat there a while before he realized I wasn't going to let him do anything. I was very patient.

A guy helped me push it off the side out of traffic. I went back to my shop and got a couple of fellows to help me get it back to the parking lot. It's a small car and required no effort. It did require great courage and quickness....as it turns out.

We waited until the traffic cleared and pushed it back onto the road. We started forward as traffic came around the curve. Everyone slowed down and stopped to let us do what we needed to do. We needed to change lanes and get into the turn lane. Just as we started over Dale yelled, "Watch out!"

I leaped on top of the car. Didn't even think about it. I've lived here long enough not to. My leap wasn't graceful bit I still have both legs. Some twit, who had stopped to let us over, suddenly decided she was in a hurry and we were in her way. She gave us a dirty look as she rolled by. I waved at her with less than all my fingers.

Okay, one nut. We had a clear lane to get back into the lot. No cars coming and the light wash just changing. Plenty of time. Like hell. Some guy, to even the twit score gender-wise, came roaring up at us, honking his horn to encourage us to push faster. This time all three of us waved at him. He waved back. We waved some more. He stopped his car and got out.

He then, being educated, counted us as three and him as one and got back in his car. He did get the last honk in.