In the past five days, I have performed the duties of a AAA wrecker-crew at least twice.
On Saturday, I rescued Memphis from her minor car accident. It was rainy. It was cold. It took forever because the cop sucked.
On Sunday and Monday, I performed the duties of personal life coach and chauffer for Memphis. I drove her ass around and helped her get this whole wrecked car thing worked out.
Today, I rescued Laurie from her little "I ran out of gas on Market Street" dilemma. It was quick. It was easy.
I think I see a new career on the horizon.
Maybe that is just the gas on my hands ...