Walidah and I practiced, the preceding day and the afternoon of the show.
We had our set ready.
We wrote an article for an anthology.
We ate a fabulous vegan dinner, that was an example of great group effort.
We got dressed and ready to go out the door.
We packed t-shirts to sell.
We headed out on the open road to the benefit event for Outside/In.
We planned to miss the dinner, and arrive at 7pm.
We were just across the bridge from our destination.
We decided to kindly stop for a pedestrian, since there was a crosswalk and no light.
The car died, and wouldn't start again after several painfully unsuccessful tries.
We were stuck in the left lane, on a busy road, in a dead car.
We couldn't push it out of the way.
We couldn't go anywhere.
A couple people stopped and tried to "help".
Person 1: Do you have a cell phone?... Oh, well good, just wanted to check. I can't stay, I am supposed to meet my wife.
Person 2: What's wrong?...Is there gas in the car?... Oh, well do you think you maybe ran out of gas?... You sure?...I may have a gallon of gas in a container in my trunk... you don't think its gas?
Then there were the miscellaneous honkers and yellers sharing their jewels of wisdom.
"What the hell are you doing?!" followed inevitably with honking horns. Apparently we were just hanging out at a standstill on a busy road cause we thought that was where the party was at! Stinkin idiots!
Luckily since we were in a prime location, blocking a busy road, we got quick attention and a tow to a closed mechanic and given a ride home. Our tow guy was ridiculously nice in fact. So we didn't make it to our performance, which is a rare phenomena. We had a show on The 9/11 in P-town and didn't cancel, to give an example of our dedication. But our car had other plans. And while it stunk to miss the show, it was good to be back home, inside- cause it was dark and cold, and that makes the indoors and comforts of home even more appealing.
No comments:
Post a Comment