“No matter how much falls on us, we keep plowing ahead. That's the only way to keep the roads clear.” - Greg Kincaid
As we’re making plans to move, Melba has one final meltdown. Ironically, I’m on my way to the financial prosperity class. I am only a few blocks away, and as I stop at a red light, steam starts pouring out from the hood of my car. I leap out like Lester, not sure what will happen next. I can’t believe it. Not again! And, I really wanted to go to class tonight, as there are only a few classes left.
Instead, I am stranded and proceed to call my insurance company to have them come tow poor, overheated Melba. I leave a note on the windshield that my car is out of commission. But as it’s dark, I don’t think it’s safe to stand on the side of the road, so I go to a nearby Starbucks. What I didn’t realize, since my car has never broken down in an intersection before, was that I am supposed to wait right next to the car. I did put the emergency lights on and left a note, so it seemed pretty obvious to me that it was out of commission. But the note must have blown away, because some yahoo proceeds to call the cops and report an abandoned vehicle, unbeknownst to me. So, while I’m at Starbucks, only a few feet away, the cops call their own tow truck to come and impound the car.
Of course, the cops’ tow truck gets to my car one millisecond before the tow truck sent out by my insurance company, and because they got their hands on my car first, there is nothing I can do, although I try to argue my case. The best resolution I can win is for the cops’ tow truck to tow it back to my place instead of the impound lot, which will still cost me, but a lot less than the alternative, so I try to focus on the positive.
I am deflated, but grateful that my car is coming home with me. I’m bummed that this may be one of my last memories of Orange County, if I end up moving somewhere else. So, I think I about what I can do as a counterpoint to imprint a more positive, lasting impression.