As I watched the happy green beetle being hooked up to the big burly tow truck, I felt sad. I hated to see the happy little car being towed away. Oh, the driver of the tow truck was very nice and treated the little car with care, but still I was sad.
Steve had so generously let me borrow the car for a trip to St. Charles Missouri to attend the bridal shower of my nephew's fiance. The happy little car is so much fun to drive and got us to Missouri and back quite nicely.
I drove the happy little car to work and decided to run an errand just before lunch, to pick up some pants I had taken to be hemmed at the alteration shop just around the corner. Well I retrieved my pants, went out to the car, put the key in the ignition and the happy little car would not start. I was just shocked. I was sure I had done something to the car, but could not figure out what.
So I was patient, I waited first for 10 minutes, tried to start it, still she wouldn't start; then for 30 minutes, I went back to work and ate lunch, after my friend picked me up. I hated to leave the happy little car in the lot, but I had no options. Well another friend took me back after lunch, but still the happy little car would not start. With no options left I had to wake Steve up and deliver the terrible news, "I can't get the car started."
End of the long story, the happy little car was towed to the shop. Still don't know what is wrong with her, but I am sure she is going to be okay! Steve was wonderful, as he always is, and wasn't upset with me at all.