Embarrassing Moments

So yesterday was a Thursday. Thursdays are good -- they are only one day from Friday, which means that it's the weekend. Granted, the weekend is much more exciting when you don't spend the whole thing at work, but whatever. Right now we're talking about Thursday.

So, where were we?

Ah, Thursday. Blog, Workout, Lunch, Biochem, Errands, Pediatric Bioethics. Clicking right along. And as I head to my car after the peds class, it doesn't turn on. So I assume I left my lights on -- dumb girl, left the lights on, security jumps my car. And away we go (I was following my friend/classmate to school for our other class) - only things looked...weird. There was a lot of light flickering -- and I don't know much about cars, but I was pretty sure this was what you consider NOT GOOD.

And shortly after that little revelation that DANGER! DANGER! SOMETHING IS WRONG! the car just stops. While I was attempting to drive it. Not an ideal situation you say? Why no, no it isn't I am happy to confirm for you.

So my friend and I are trying to decide what we need to do next, who to call, etc -- all without me having to miss out on our weekly tradition of drinks after class that night. Nice to see I have my priorities straight, isn't it? Also I should point out that I realized while at the hospital that someone had borrowed my jumper cables without returning them. Do I have any idea who? Of course not - I did however know that whoever had them was not at my present location. It should also be pointed out that my current location was the ghetto -- as in, don't walk around by yourself, even in the daylight, ghetto.

Being the bright girls that we are, we called school to ask if someone would just bring us some jumper cables. Resourceful, no? And several people were willing. And then my TEACHER ran past everyone in the room to come to the rescue. Oh yes, I'm not even joking.

So now we have my teacher, a very nice police man, and me standing on the corner in the ghetto while my friend ran to get a battery -- we decided that it was easier to just get a new one because blah blah car stuff blah blah the menfolk said to do that. The menfolk (who, keep in mind are my teacher and a police officer) have decided that they will just put in the battery on their own. And then they whip out this magic tool fancy wrench.

And then, upon arrival of a shiny! new! battery! and five minutes, we were good to go.


Lessons learned:
1. If you loan out your jumper cables, you should get them back. Or at least remember who you loaned them to so that you can call and make them feel guilty.

2. It pays to have nice and helpful friends who will make sure you don't die on a ghetto street corner assist you in your time of need.

3. Scary people who live under bridges can jump out and grab you if you are standing on the sidewalk. The kind police officer was sure to demonstrate to me just how this might occur (as I was standing at the end of an overpass). So, you know, alright then.

4. It is someone embarrassing to be rescued from said ghetto street corner by your teacher. Although it is clear that my teacher is a very nice man. A very nice man who carries tools, no less.

5. My big contribution to the whole thing? The police officer let me hold the flashlight for about 30 seconds while they put the battery in. Other than that I stood there and looked very out of place. The lesson in that? When it comes to cars, I make a nice decoration...which occasionally doubles as a flashlight holder.

And that was the story of my Thursday afternoon. Which I am happy to report did end with a very delicious dirty martini at happy hour after class.

The end.