Tuesday, May 15th 2012
Mistaken Identity

Okay, well it wasn’t the voice of The Mud calling my name yesterday after all.

It was the voice of my truck’s almost dead battery, calling for help.

My mistake.

I haven’t ever hooked up the jumper cable thingies and done that myself. I called my dad. But couldn’t reach him. So then I waved off the help of two strangers in pickups* and did it myself.

Battery charged, I had only enough time for mild mud action before taking an abs class. The abs class killed me. The abs class made me want my bunny pajama pants.

I’d completely forgotten about my weird, deformed rib. And then that abs class killed it with some reverse crunches and now it is bruised and sore and I’ll probably never forget it again. But that’s okay. Because I’ll never forget and do reverse crunch things again, either.


*strangers in pickups will ALWAYS stop and try to help you here. It’s West Texas. That’s what they do. I want nothing to do with strangers in pickups right now. Particularly if they’re cute. And one of them was definitely cute, so I frantically waved him off and got rid of him even faster than I waved off the next stranger in a pickup, who looked pretty creepy. Creepy I can deal with if I have to – cute, no WAY, get thee BACK with your chivalrous self, man.


5 Comments on “Mistaken Identity”

May 15th, 2012
3:01 pm

Wow i am impressed that you knew how to use those cable thingys. I thought you had to hook them up to your own car, and then to another car, to get them to work. Is there anything you don’t know about cars, tractors, and tools?
It’s not only guys in pickups in Texas–Texans seem on the whole to have tender hearts, and be willing to help strangers on the side of the road. I am glad you got rid of the creepy guy, though.

May 15th, 2012
3:55 pm

That made me LAUGH, you are so cute. i know nothing about cars and tractors and tools. NOTHING. I just don’t mind trying to figure out what I don’t know. Ha!
I am the opposite of the nice Texan stranger in a pickup. The other day there was a pickup in a muddy ditch and there I was in a giant truck – with a tow rope in my back seat. But i left him there in the ditch because he was cute. no guilt. (i’m awful.)

May 15th, 2012
5:04 pm

I also am impressed that you figured out the cable thingies. I’m always afraid I’ll do it wrong and electrocute myself.

They talk about “Minnesota Nice” up here, but I’ve rarely experienced it. I once needed my battery jumped in the parking ramp at work. I had to ask a guy walking by to help me even though it was obvious I had a problem since the hood of my car was up. He opened up the cover of his very nice luxury car, told me he didn’t think his car battery was “compatible” with mine, got in his car and drove away.

I think I might like Texas better.

Oh, and I’m glad you drove by the pickup in the ditch. Texas or not, I don’t think it’s ever a good idea for a woman alone to stop and help someone on the side of the road – except maybe if you’re well armed.

May 15th, 2012
7:17 pm

One of the nicest people I ever knew is fr Minnesota- and he fixed my dead battery a few years ago. : )

The guy in the parking garage either:
A) drives a hybrid
(in which case, he’s right. and it’s a good thing he left you there rather than try)
Or, more likely,
B) he didn’t want to tell u he couldn’t remember black-negative, red-positive. Either way, fr your description, he sounded terribly rude and NOT “Minnesota Nice.”

May 15th, 2012
9:34 pm

LOL! I love your literary references.

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