About six months ago, I invested about half an hour of my life directing traffic for some poor sap whose car had died in the middle of a busy Hawaiian road. I figured “OK, another experience checked off the life list. Don’t need to visit that one again. We move on.”
I must have figured too loudly. Somebody out there, some dastardly informant for the notorious Murphy, overheard the thought and passed it on to his Dark Boss, presumably for a fee. I hope those thirty pieces of silver are burning a hole in his pocket.
For, yesterday (18 October 2009), I invested another half hour directing traffic for some poor sap whose car had died in the middle of a busy Hawaiian road.
Except, this time, the poor sap was us.
I’ll let Quilly tell the rest of the story, in case you haven’t seen it already. She does a better job of telling these tales than I do, even when I’m at my best. And I’m still recuperating.
Dead car in the middle of the road …
– O Ceallaigh
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