Superstitions

What did I say yesterday? About my car breaking down? After I wrote that, I went out to go to the store for a few things, and what do you know? The car wouldn't start! I was immediately suspicious, and tried to start the damn thing again and again. Finally, the engine turned over, and after that it ran like a charm. And in the last thirty-six hours, every time I have started the car, it gets worse and worse. So, my conclusion—which is based purely on speculation and not founded in any way on actual knowledge—is that the starter is failing...rapidly. That's one way to keep me on this side of the bay. Oh, what luck.

And this afternoon, I get an e-mail from the bossman saying that the check will be even later than anticipated, and that he's willing to float me a loan until the real thing comes up. So, I let him know of my auto's impending doom, and he agreed to help me out. I feel like I'm sixteen again having to ask Dad for help. You're right, it might not be worth the hassle.

I was silly enough to write this at 5:58 PM