Story of the Day 8/4/2008

Today was special.

Okay, this evening was special.

My husband and I very rarely have the opportunity to spend time together. Time, as in without the kids. Even more rare is the opportunity to do this away from the house.

This evening, however, we had a bit of an unplanned evening together- a date, you might call it.
It got me out of cooking dinner, this evening, and it even included sitting on a bench in a rather quiet area.

Of course, quiet is a rather relative term when you are talking about Wal-Mart.

It all started with a phone call.
It was after 5:45 PM. Forgive me for not being more specific, and I was just getting ready to figure out what to make for dinner. when the phone rang.

I was a bit surprised to hear Larry- and I immediately started thinking that someone had died or suffered a stroke, because his voice was…strained.
But it wasn’t that.
“I’m stuck. The car won’t start.”

Well, I asked if he had jumper cables.
Both sets were in his trunk.

So, I got directions from him and then drove the half hour down to Greenwood- and to his office.
I had never been to his office before.
It was very nice.
A bit empty- heck the doors were already locked and he had to let me in, but nice.
The bathroom is also nice. (I had to pee, by the time I got there. Hey, I left home in a hurry!)

After successfully jumping the car- providing us with the definitive answer that it was the battery….we called Esther and had her call Wal-Mart to see how late the automotive section was open for changing batteries.
Wal-mart was the most convenient choice, since they were less than one mile from his office, on the way to the entrance to the expressway home, and the only place we were likely to locate, at 6:35 PM (the time that it now was), to get the battery changed.

She called back in less than minute. “7:00”
So we drove to Wal-Mart- arriving exactly 21 minutes before the automotive part closed.
We didn’t even speed.
…And they changed the battery while we bought a cantaloupe and sat on their bench.

This may not seem romantic to you, but, hey, I have low standards!