Sunday, August 9, 2009

Sarah's new class is every Saturday for about six or eight hours. It's only four weeks, but that's a long slog.

She needed a devil costume for her show last night, for a musical number to open the Hot Karl 10th Anniversary performance. Because she was so busy with her class I went out during the day to pick up devil costume accessories for her.

Walking out of Party City with the purchases in hand I noticed the car parked next to mine was packed full of balloons. The whole back seat, the passenger seat, full to bursting with colorful party balloons, so many that some of them were peeking out of the partially open windows. It reminded me of the day Sarah bought so many plants for our apartment they barely fit in my car.

Standing next to the balloon car was a maybe twenty year old woman, crying, talking on her cell phone. "Mommy. The car won't start. I can't get it to start."

I don't know much about cars. I figured there wasn't really anything I could do to help. So, plastic pitchfork in hand, I quietly got into my car and drove off.


Innisanimate said...

Couldn't you have popped just one?

Brabbling said...


That is, perhaps, the funniest thing I have ever read on your blogs.

I had read the last three sentences twice(probably to make sure that i had read correctly), and then I burst out laughing.

Okay, I just thought about it happening again, and I burst out laughing again.


tamara said...

oh my gosh. heartbreaking but hilarious.