My Morning: A Tale of Woe

The true events of my morning

• Wake up and think about how much I dislike winter.
• Hurry like a banshee (they're fast) with all the morning routines to get out the door early.
• Drive to my polling place.
• Vote.
• Hop in car to zip to work.
• Turn key.
• Watch car not start.
• Turn key again.
• Watch car not start.
• Turn key (hope is a virtue).
• Watch car not start.
  
• Stare at cell phone and consider who one calls at 7:50 in the morning when one's car won't start and one needs to get to work and one shouldn't be having bad luck on a morning when one is just trying to do one's civic duty. Possibly one's mom. Even if she's in another state.

I called AAA. Fortunately, when my car started falling apart in September, I updated my membership. So a very nice man named Perry drove out and towed my car to the shop. Perry thinks my starter's dead.

When I finally got to work, a co-worker very kindly told me that it's actually pretty good that my car got to as many miles as it did before needing this much work and that a starter is an easy thing to fix. Very nice of her. The actual correct thing to say to me, though, would have been, Here's a brownie. You're nice.