the morning of Tom's colonoscopy
Things started out about as well as can be expected when you get up about two hours earlier than usual and decide to not have coffee before heading out because there's a Starbucks right across the street from the colonoscopy joint and how long could it take to drop off Tom and head over there? Bad call on my part. I escorted Tom into the colonoscopy center and then went back out to the car. I put the key in the ignition and noticed someone had sent me an email which I decided to reply to. Did it take 5 minutes? idk but by the time I turned the key in the ignition, the battery was dead. I called Triple A. While the Triple A guy was on his way over, I decided to pop the hood and you know, take a look at the engine. Maybe I'd even be able to find the battery. I go to yank on the pop-the-hood latch under the dashboard and... it's busted. It's hanging there very limply. I pace around in the parking lot until the Triple A guy comes. His name is Duane. I say Duane, my hood...