Fellow Traveler

Made the quarterly trek to the car dealership. Had the oil changed and snow tires put on. “Oh, and your link assembly is broken along the back axle, in two places. It won’t pass inspection.” Nothing seven hundred extra bucks won’t cure. Took the cure, but there’s no curing that. Limping home, financially, stopped at Whole Foods to release the remaining moths from the wallet. Fifteen minutes to find parking was not a cheering occurrence. Cheery, though, was the woman coming out of the store who looked a stranger straight in the eye and said: “It’s a madhouse in there.”