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Tuesday, July 31, 2007 Chicago, Not Chicago
Trash was planning to go to Chicago this past weekend to visit our friend Bitter, who moved there last month (or, as M. Small recently put it, "She doesn't come to my house any more"). Here are a few reasons why that didn't happen:
Car problems. Apparently there's some kind of issue with her seat belt/airbag system on the passenger side. Also, her right front turn signal has been burnt out for a while. Combined, these made for safety issues that meant we needed to get the car into the dealership. However, this was put off indefinitely, until her dashboard clock and radio went black.* Now, that needs to be fixed. And as long as it's in, why not get that other stuff taken care of?
Except that the dealership doesn't seem to be in too much of a hurry, which meant they gave her a loaner to drive until she could pick up her fully repaired car today, Monday, which is when she was still supposed to be in Chicago.
Mouth problems. Late last week, she hurt one of her molars. She called the dentist, and they suggested she come in to have it looked at on -- you guessed it -- Monday. Monday was getting to be a pretty busy day for being out of town.
Wok problems. Actually, not so much work problems as actual work, in the form of projects that got dropped into her lap late last week and were due early this week. Occupational hazard, I guess.
Face problems. We were in Iowa this weekend for Trash's stepdad's birthday party. The plan was that from there, I would return with M. Small while she would rent a car, drive it to Chicago, and fly home. And then on Saturday afternoon, she was playing with M. Small and their heads collided and she got a black eye and a broken nose. M. Small got a bump on his forehead that vanished within hours, and a bad mood that vanished within seconds.
Despite making a crack loud enough to be audible in different rooms of the house (I was napping, and slept right through it, of course), Trash's broken nose wasn't bad enough to take her straight to the hospital. But the lady at the nurse line said to check on it again in the morning, and if it were a certain degree of worse, to go to the urgent care center. Trash prefers to do that at home rather than in a strange city, not to mention avoid the awkwardness of having to ask Bitter to shine a flashlight up her schnoz.
When Trash called Bitter to cancel the visit, she said that the universe seemed to be sending several clear messages that this wasn't a good weekend to head to Chicago. Which is not the kind of thing she normally says. I had to agree.
In fact, after we got home, we were both kind of surprised not to hear that I-80 had fallen into the Mississippi River at right about the time Trash would have been crossing the bridge.
* We don't know for sure why the radio died, but Trash seems to think it had something to do with my having left my keys in the ignition overnight, draining the battery, and then jumpstarting the car. It's as good a theory as any, aside from the fact that it demonstrates that I am an idiot. posted by M. Giant 1:27 PM 8 comments
The radio thing, sounds like the anti theft thing. check in the manual and there will be a code number to unlock it. happens if the battery dies.
Oh that is SNEAKY, shirky. I will have to remember that.
You know, a freeway did collapse into the Mississippi River today.
M. Giant -- are you and yours okay?
'In fact, after we got home, we were both kind of surprised not to hear that I-80 had fallen into the Mississippi River at right about the time Trash would have been crossing the bridge.'
I don't think Trash would mind my telling you that she and I have already checked in, and she, M. Giant, and M. Small are all okay.
Wow. I only come by and read Velcrometer about once a week, maybe once every two weeks, and just happened to have come by and read your "chicago" post earlier today. Tonight, when I heard about the bridge, I immediately came upstairs to get online and re-read what you wrote, because it sounded so scarily similar, and yep, scarily similar indeed. If I have goosebumps right now, you must have...horsebumps? Something big, anyway, because wow. Wow. It's all my brain keeps saying. Wow.
Dude . . . that thing about the interstate falling into the river