When my son calls in the late hours, it is never a good thing. It usually involves the car and some variation of its barely held togetherness coming un-held. So when the phone rang at 9:30 pm, it was no exception.
I left the house in under a minute, wearing old work clothes that I'd never usually wear out in public and arrived on the scene wondering if we could just get the car to limp its way home. We could not.
Our adventure began!
We called our roadside assistance to get a tow and we settled down to wait for an estimated hour.
Now, if you've never been stuck in a car late at night with your 18 year old son who you miss very much and hardly ever see anymore, with his cell phone dying and your cell phone being held in reserve for the tow truck to call, well, I highly recommend it!
Under the starry sky, in our dark car, we talked and listened and talked and even though our roadside assistance failed us and never actually sent the call on to the tow truck company and it made our "one hour" more like two and I didn't get to bed until 12:30, it was a very nice time, one I am so glad to have had!