My car doors are shit. In fact they're the Ray Manzarek of car Doors.
Tonight I'd parked, unplugged the iPod, turned off the cell phone, and opened the door. As I closed it shut; bang, thud, wallop and any other Batman style onomatopoeia you might recall.
The door was stuck on locked and would not close (no matter how hard I slammed it).
It's snowing like a bastard and I was in a hurry because we needed to take Isobelle The Cat to the vet tonight.
But the door would not close.
Cursing my luck as the alarm went off, I let out a small expletive just as my polite Korean neighbor walked past. Great!
I ran inside the house for a flashlight to find Anne looking under the bed trying to cajole kitten into her purple carrier. I ventured back to the damn Saab.
Handyman that I am, I worked out the problem and fixed it. Christ I should get a show on cable. Hustled back inside to find Anne scooping Iso into her carrier and off we went to the Cat Hospital.
To soothe both myself and the stressed kitten I played some old Tom Waits. It worked for me but Isobelle wasn't too impressed. Then again, I wasn't getting a rabies shot or a finger up my ass tonight (it is Tuesday isn't it?).
Our wonderful vet and part-time Aimee Mann lookalike was happy to inform us that all is well in Isobelle's nether regions. So we have that going for us ...