The Trip (Pt 4 Tow 4, The Turkey and Stuff)
Posted on | July 5, 2010 | Comments Off
The next morning they arranged for a tow to her Mother’s preferred repair shop. This was when they met tow truck #4 driven by Sam. Sam was interesting, covered in tattoos including a little star on his forehead that probably meant something awful like he dropped a car on someone’s head and not that he was a fan of Design Star, though he was VERY friendly and almost flamboyant in his happiness. (If you are reading this Sam, please PLEASE do not take offense by this, they thought you were super cool!)
After enjoying the show of Loon and Loonier, Sam got them to her Mother’s repair shop where the guess on the problem was confirmed and repaired within a few hours. The alternator had given out and so that and that battery had to be replaced. Hooray. At least the car was fixed.
At some point later they decided to take a drive to an Outlet Mall. What girl doesn’t like a little shopping? Of course her Mother wasn’t very good with directions but she had GPS in her phone so no problem. (This was after the near miss collision with the turkey that just felt the need to wander into the road. She was still trying to figure out what it was doing there kind of like this sentence in this particular paragraph.) When she had a clear idea of where they were going, she turned off the phone thinking large signs would indicate their arrival to their destination. But it wasn’t long before she glimpsed a sign that said the Outlet Mall was back the way she came. How could that be? They headed along further looking for a place to turn around and this time they switched drivers. Her Mother couldn’t really read signs at all and these dark orange signs with mustard writing were proving near impossible.
They finally came to where it should be and out of sheer anger and frustration and maybe a little eye crossing, she saw it. The Outlet Mall was so blended into the color of the hill it was on that you literally had to cross your eyes to see the image like one of those old magic posters. The sign had foliage around it and was the color of earth so if you didn’t squint and stare you’d miss it. She wondered how many times a day people drove past this place.
So they parked the car and walked in, and her Mother had warned her this Outlet wasn’t shaped in an easy pattern to follow. In fact, it was the strangest configuration that she wasn’t sure she could even describe, other than to say that when she looked at the map at the YOU ARE HERE mark, no matter what she did, she couldn’t figure out how to get to another point she wanted to go. So after visiting a couple stores that just happened to find themselves along her path, they gave up and headed on to other things.
The headed back to “Old Town” where they found out there would be a rodeo and running of the bulls that evening. The shopkeepers were all very excited. She on the other hand was very excited to get the hell out of town before any of these festivities began.
The weather here in California is HOT and Mother’s place only has one zone for the A/C. The down stairs stays hot still and the upstairs is melting. The ceiling fan was off one morning having not been actually turned off, so it apparently wiggled itself loose again. She didn’t feel like taking it apart though she knew she probably could fix it. She was very handy. So her dear Mother loaned her a fan given to her by a friend.
Well, calling this object a fan is almost an understatement. It stands taller than some children. It’s got two things that look like jet engines on the front. (Adjustable of course.) It oscillates. It has a light you can turn on at the bottom so you don’t stub your toe perhaps. A cool blue light shines up when it’s turned on probably alerting the mother ship. And yes, it sounds like a jet engine. But it moves the air. So if you are one that can sleep through that, it’s a beauty.
It’s been interesting…
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