October 10, 2003 by

jason, who art my savior

Categories: General

last night after the weekly pub crawled, kim, jason, and i returned to my car only to discover that it was fully inoperable due to the massively flat rear tire. kim abandoned me with full permission to go home, but jason and i sat and waited in the car for a tow truck to come for 45 minutes. in the meanwhile we were roundly observed by unfriendly eyes on all sides. the laundromat thru whose window we flung the injured tire at the close of the evening had shady dealings and old chinese women in nighties. the russians on the cell phone who we pinged with nut bolts till they ran shrieking in recriminatory abasement were at first a trifle circularly ambulating suspicious. in the end though, it was the pure joy at watching someone else do what we should have been able to do ourselves with only the proper tools, proper know-how, and super strength that was the crux of the evening. an evening which i will never forget. thanks to jason, my savior.

10 Responses to jason, who art my savior

  4. Long-Hai

    Hey michele.. thanks for the many postcards! I’ve been meaning to thank ye.. but.. alas my comp was beset by nasty viruses that killed my email lists.. among other things..

    Things are going well..

    Send me an email at the addy up top..

    Tell me how it goes..

    Long-Hai

  7. ahe

    if i could, i would like to commend you on the fantastic phrasing of “the russians on the cell phone who we pinged with nut bolts till they ran shrieking in recriminatory abasement were at first a trifle circularly ambulating suspicious.” beautiful. simply beautiful.

  9. M@

    Old chinese women in nighties…

    I feel that I have been damaged… permanently.

    And to think… stranded… no stalker…

  10. michele

    it’s weird that i’m actually semi-delighted to have you comment again. annnnd that moment is passing. crazy stalker, how you been?