I would have rather been writing stories (part 2 of 2)

Back to the truck. At this point I finally got Kimmy on the phone but now don’t need her to pick me up since I should be able to get it. Nice to know she could’ve helped though. About 3 days later I finally make it to the Wendys. My feet are of course shot and I’m not thrilled, but I don’t really care either. I’m walking down the street carrying a pipe, I’m surprised I didn’t get arrested.

The pipe does the trick. I get everything changed. Now the salesguy had said if I didn’t bend the pipe I could brig it back, but I’m thinking for $12.75, this is worth keeping in the truck for future emergencies (oh, and I know they will happen). And now I realize how dirty I am. Ouch. And late, I need to get back to the class.

Luckily the class is at a plant. This means the bathroom has the good mechanics soap. I didn’t see the problem in stripping down and taking a bath in that soap right there in the sink, but apparently I was outvoted. Eventually I got back to the class.

Why I don’t know. I had already missed half of it, we were still behind and then I broke my computer. Ugh. So this meant I had to double-up with someone else. Which wouldn’t have been bad if he knew what he was doing. Then I spent time with the instructor afterwords for consulting questions. And thus I leave at 5:15. Which was ok, because I was too tired to play anyway.

Which is why I went home and slept. Thus missing my Jaycee meeting (which was short due to a fundraising auction) but did manage to get out to the after social. Which actually turned out to be less of a social and more of an impromptu date. On that part, I wasn’t complaining. And I got to play a lot of pool, which was good. So now I need to get off my slack ass and finish my previous stories I guess. Man, you guys are never satisfied! Ha.