Wheel of Fortune!

So, today I had my very last final exam, which means that aside from pomp, circumstance and the turning in of official grades, I am a college graduate! I threw my hands in the air and waved them like I just didn't care (although I totally did) and hopped in the car to run some errands. I'm free to do what I want any old time, and I want to run errands. Typical.

First Target. Target sells wine now, did you know this? Truly one stop shopping. Swiffers, cat food, a tennis racket and wine. That's what it's all about. Then off to Goodwill to donate some old clothes and various and sundry items. Good karma, right? Then I got some hair color (gotta do whatcha gotta do) and headed home.

I made it all the way, moments before the rush hour rush, and wouldn't ya know it, pprrpp thruuprrrptthppppppp...Bella died. Wah wah wah. Bella is the 1993 Buick, gold, in case you were worried. Right at the corner of where everyone comes out of the Rock Creek Parkway before I turned onto Massachusetts and not in the intersection, thank God. Joe called a tow truck for me, I stood outside waving people around, several nice people made sympathetic faces out their windows, and a couple of people even asked if I was okay. Humanity gets a little credit from me today. Some cops stopped, the tow truck came, and they all zoomed off without so much as a "so how are you getting home?" So I stood out at the bus stop with all my purchases. Did I mention the wine comes in a box? It's okay, Real Simple magazine said it was good.

Then, down the street, a gardener man was blowing stuff right up the street at me. There was no shelter or shade at this particular bus stop, so now I'm getting beaten by sun and grass shavings blown all over me. He stopped, as the bus was down the street and politely asked me to move, that I would see the bus and could come back then. I pointed out that the (super crowded) bus was currently arriving and he went back to work as I boarded with my shopping bags and box of wine (which I insisted at the store I didn't need a bag for--it has handy carrying handles). A man actually gave me his seat, another point for humanity, and all I could think as I was sitting there is "I must smell terrible from sun and stress, and all these people know I drink wine out of a box!" The horror. Now I'm home, having a mug (time to do the dishes) of warm white box wine (Real Simple was right, it's pretty good!) and wondering how much the Bella is going to cost us. Hopefully this is just a blip on the wheel of fortune, and not the official downward turn. Maybe when they call us and tell us to pull the plug on the ol' gal, my next phone call will be for a job. Or maybe that's all hokum.