Today was a good day. Okay, sort of a good day. Okay, kind of a difficult day but my mood stayed good so it feels like a good day.
I went for a ride with a friend. The first problem was we needed to go to Richardson and accidentally went to North Richland Hills. You wouldn’t think two different towns would contain the same address, but I suppose it’s like living at 123 Main St. Sometimes you’re just going to get the wrong mail.
Then the alternator went out in the car. At least, we’re pretty sure it was the alternator. It was clearly power related with the interior lights going off and on, and the headlights becoming yellowish. We pulled over to see if we could figure out what was going on, stopping outside a place called Skinny Pizza. As soon as we parked, the engine died. It wouldn’t restart. Just what we needed.
I called the insurance company, my friend called his wife. Word of advice to people who will be friends with persons of the opposite sex: Always know the spouse. It avoids all kinds of issues. I know my friend’s wife; she knows there is nothing to worry about. The insurance company arranged a tow truck; my friend’s wife arranged to pick us up.
So we waited. We waited for 2 hours. Wife showed up and waited with us. We got a call from the insurance company, 20 minutes to wait. About half an hour later, we got a call from the towing company, 25 minutes until they arrived. We got a call back from the insurance company, following up to be sure the tow truck made it. We let them know we were still waiting. Another call from the tow company, this time from the driver, who said he was 25 to 30 minutes away. This was not a very well coordinated effort.
Finally the tow truck arrived. The driver had a hard time finding us. We were on the opposite side of the traffic circle, in front of the pizza place, but apparently he couldn’t find us. He sat down in the car and it started for him so he backed it out of the parking place. “Tow it anyway,” said my friend. Boy was the driver surprised that the vehicle died and couldn’t be restarted once it was in the street. So he towed it. He towed it home. We paid for it, because insurance only covered 11 miles of a 30 mile trip.
When the truck arrived at the house, the driver asked Wife if she wanted the van in the driveway. She said yes. He said he would put it there and instead he left it in the street blocking the end of the driveway and drove off. JZ Towing of Farmers Branch, Texas, I can’t recommend them. Took forever and couldn’t be bothered to finish the job properly. Some neighbors helped us push the van into the driveway.
But through it all, my mood was good. I knew it would all be okay in the end and it is. We are home now, safe and dry. I have 2 kitties curled up in my bed waiting for me. I have an iced coffee and there was pizza earlier (okay, hipster organic pizza, but still . . . ). Oh, and I had a hot fudge sundae. So really it could have been a LOT worse. And I’m okay with how it turned out. I rather like an adventure.