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Wednesday, December 10, 2008

Donuts, and Not the Eating Kind

It's been a dreary day here in the 'burg. Rainy, cold, dark. Not my kind of day. I went out at lunch today and my boss took my parking place. You may remember, many of our parking spots were taken and reserved for the county police, because they are important. We, obviously, are not. So, on some days, parking is at a premium, especially, it would seem, on cold, rainy days. When I came back I parked illegally. Do I care? No. In fact, I dared them to tow my car. They didn't, of course. Our agency gets Christmas presents donated for children. Lots of Christmas presents. We have to unload them, check them, load them and deliver them. It gets a bit chaotic. Today was an unloading day. I have four bicycles in my office and I keep knocking them over. That is in addition to many other items. Picture to follow tomorrow. So, I left the office with my boss (did I mention she took MY parking place?) and we walked to the cars together as we often do. In the rain, the cold rain. We went our separate ways and I remembered that I had to stop at the pharmacy. As I pull into the parking lot, I hear a large bang and thinking that I hit something, I spew forth many obscenities. I notice, as I pull into a parking spot, that my car isn't steering right. Ooops, a flat tire. I call my mechanic friend, who comes and tells me that I blew a tire. DUH! He changes it for me, only to tell me that my donut spare is flat. How does that happen? I have never used it! He fills it full of air and as he is doing so a woman is berating three teens for picking on her daughter. Right there in the open parking lot. She is screaming that she has called the police, and dare they leave, because the police will chase her down. She continues to yell that the girls will go to prison for life for picking on her daughter as the police pull in. My mechanic mentions that the police didn't come that quickly when his car was broken into with his gps and other items stolen. The teen looks very frightened and her friends have taken off in spite of the warning. In this day of bullying, I admire the woman for taking action. I don't know what happened, but I admire the police for responding so quickly. My mechanic mentioned that the girl that was picked on would probably have it even worse now that the mother got the police involved. Bullies are not my kind of people. And as for donuts...I would rather talk about the kind I can eat, but alas, this is my donut for the day. Have a warm night.

7 comments:

Anonymous said...

Spare tires often lose air because of the change in temperatures and because they are not used. It's good that you were able to get some help changing it. Those lug nuts can be pretty tight and difficult.

Klever Kitty said...

That is why, Anonymous, you should always have a good mechanic on hand. And one you can trust.

SassySam said...

Didn't you get AAA, Mia? Bullies are awful. Schools are trying to deal with it, but not successfully. After all, a tattletale is a tattletale. I can't change a tire, I just try to look helpless. Works everytime. I have AAA, but they take forever to get there. It's best to look befuddled along side the car. Helps if you smile a lot. Kitty, I know several mechanics and it is very, very good to have someone you trust to come to your assistance.

Ben said...

When I was growing up you never told your parents about problems with kids. You just settled them in your own way. I can't believe the police responded. Was the kid hurt? Donuts are truly a good thing. I prefer Krispy Kremes myself.

Cathy said...

Sorry, Mia, I am laughing. I have found that AAA responds quickly if you have kids in the car. I know no mechanics. Can you refer one to me, Mia? I make my husband deal with them, how is that for feeding into the stereotypes?

Bill said...

My kids are always in scraps with others. I can't imagine calling the police. Kids fight, they become friends again and the parents are still in a fighting mode.

ginger said...

Wow, sounds like you had a day you would like to forget. I'm glad it all turned out ok and your donut is back in working condition.

I don't remember being bullied in school and if my kids did, they didn't tell me. Good! Sometimes i just don't want to know.