That's What You Call A Real Drag

Keli over at www.counterfeithumans.com is sure to love this one. Daughter Audrey arrived home last night for a weekend visit. For our (exceedingly rainy) Saturday activities we planned to run some shopping errands, then hang out at Barnes & Noble for an hour or two, slurping overpriced coffee beverages and perusing gossip magazines. TG, busy all day elsewhere, was not in the picture. At least not to begin with.

Audrey ... didn't call to notify me that it appeared I had "a plastic bag or something" hooked underneath my car.

My first order of business was to make a routine stop at the nail salon for a manicure. Audrey needed to get her car's oil changed, something she had been putting off and would have taken care of at home had she been there. So, we set out in two cars and she followed me for a few miles before turning left to go to Goodyear. I went straight for about 50 more yards, ending up at Tina's Nails.

During those 50 yards, even though Josh Groban was loudly serenading me from the CD player, I thought I detected a "bumpy" kind of sound beneath my car. Since a few days ago I experienced a semi-flat and was obliged to have a nail surgically removed from my left front tire at the dealership, I suspected the tire was still losing air. Annoyed, when I pulled up at Tina's I got out and gave the tire the evil eye. It appeared fine and stared back benignly. Hoisting my black-and-white houndstooth-check umbrella, I entered Tina's in medium dudgeon and was greeted by the nail techs, who know me well.

For some reason I glanced back at my car, from which angle I was now looking directly at the right front tire. Oddly, it appeared as though I had run over something that used to be white ... only I knew there had been nothing in the parking space when I pulled in. Pushing the button to reactivate my dripping bumbershoot, I went back outside to conduct an investigation. You'll never guess what I discovered.

Attached to my right front wheel on the inside and wound up so tightly that, although I pulled as hard as I dared, I was unable to extract it from beneath the wheel well, was one of TG's smaller paint tarps. YES! A paint tarp had come with me from the floor of our garage (where TG has been refinishing some cabinet doors) and had remained attached to my car the whole way, winding around and around the inside of my wheel. Audrey, driving behind me, told me later that she had inadvertently left her cell phone on my kitchen counter when we left home, which was why she didn't call to notify me that it appeared I had "a plastic bag or something" hooked underneath my car.

I placed a call to my darling TG during which I am fairly sure he could tell I was less than thrilled with the turn of events (no pun intended). He told me not to worry about it, to go about my business and that he would take care of it later ... so I went ahead with my manicure and left my car keys with Tina. Meantime, Audrey had used the phone at Goodyear to call and tell me she was without her cell phone, at which time we arranged for her to pick me up when her own car was ready.

All's well and y'all can breathe easy now. TG quickly solved the embedded tarp problem when a few hours later he was able to drop by Tina's. "Piece of cake," he told Audrey and me. "I barely had to pull to get it out." Of course it was the simplest thing in the world for him to get the tarp unstuck from my car wheel! Falling off a log would have presented more of a challenge! This is the mighty TG we are talking about!

I'm kidding! The Gregory is a diamond and what would I do without him? The whole thing was just a drag.

Comments

[Keli]

You are right as usual! I did love this one! Can't say the same or similar hasn't happened to me before!
But lest you worry, this in no way makes you even remotely a stuper (short, as you know, for a remarkably stupid person). Stupers do this on a regular basis and think nothing of it (since there's nothing there to think with!).

[Jennifer]

Well thanks, but I FELT like a stuper! LOL!