I thought I was pretty adventurous yesterday by going out to a glbt community meeting... little did I know what was in store for me!!
I got dressed (wool jacket, jeans, heels, of course makeup and jewelery) and drove downtown to the community centre.
While doing some tight parking, I discovered my right front wheel started acting up. I barely got it to the curb.
So there I was in full dress, downtown Calgary, full of pedestrians and vehicles, with basically an inoperable car. Sun was still out.
I took off my nice wool jacket, got out, and proceeded (heels, wig and all) to jack my car up. Fortunately there was room curbside. A friendly guy on a bike offered to help, to which I deadpanned (in my only voice, male) "No thank you!". A quick examination determined that the tie rod was busted. A spare tire wasn't going to solve this.
So not letting it ruin my evening, I unjacked the car, left it parked, and attended the meeting. Turned out really fun.
I called in a tow truck, but heard that it'll be several hours, so I opted not to wait - they'd pick the car up off the street. Instead, seeing as I was right downtown, I walked a couple blocks to the train station, and took the train and bus home.
Fortunately, I was made up in what I'd consider "day wear" - looking nice, but not too eye catching. I'm 34 and have been told that I look pretty in dress. I was wearing the same wig as in my avatar.
I thought I was going to see 5-6 people at the glbt community centre, but instead half of downtown got an eyeful, including the city train. I think of all the people I passed on the street and the train, maybe 4 or 5 locked eyes with me and showed any signs of catching on. No one said a word.
I suppose you're wondering why I didn't take a cab home... What fun would that be?
When life gives you lemons, and all that...
