On AAA

My Saturday morning ritual involves waking slowly, eating breakfast and going to a local coffee shop. In the town where I live, there is only one independent coffee shop. A few miles away.

Come time for caffeine, we pop into the car to go. The car won't start. It's not the battery and the sounds it's not making suggest the starter to me. I frown because this is the "good" car and it should go. I know it wants an oil change (which is scheduled soon in the future). We get out of the "good" car and get in the "older" car. (It's only recently that we became a two-car family).

We get to the coffee shop and talk about how the "older" car has an oil change appointment on Monday and how we can swap cars for the appointment and how we'll call AAA to tow our car there, etc. After enjoying my "I SOY SNICKERS" (I love how they write on the cups there! I should change it to: YO SOY SNICKERS), we pop in the "older" car. It won't start. It's not the battery and from the sounds it's not making, I suspect the starter. I frown and say words that rhyme with each other. Something about a duck and a well and an armpit.

Apparently the older car is possessive of its oil change appointment and doesn't want the good car to have it. A little bit of sibling rivalry. But now we're stranded and our upstairs neighbors made a point this morning of saying they'd be in Boulder all day long. They can't rescue us. Perhaps they had something to do with this?

AAA was called (I love AAA! They are a must if you have a car that's older than six months), a cab was called, our barista gave us sage words of wisdom about how old our car is (we know), and a car was rented for the next 24 hours as tomorrow is a big gotta-get-here-then-gotta-get-there day. The odds of two cars breaking down within an hour of each other with the same problem is small. If the rental car doesn't start tomorrow, I'm buying a lotto ticket.

An Erinku:
Saturday interrupted
trapped bee
released; wait
a yellowjacket.