Moss, is humor writer from Tennessee. She writes a
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||Dust of an Unlucky Moon....
of an Unlucky Moon
don't know if she was born in the dust of an unlucky moon, sneezed at
the wrong time, or was swept under the rug when God passed out the
good luck genes. Bad luck seems to follow my daughter around like a
cloud of dust follows Pigpen in Peanuts.
It happened again yesterday. I was wheeling home from work, dead tired
after a long day at the office, and just as I turned into the garage,
my cell phone rang. I missed it, but before I could get inside, the
home phone was ringing.
"Mom, it's me. My car broke down on the Interstate and quit. Can
you come and get me?"
"Where are you?"
"At the gas station near the mall."
"Where's the car?"
"It's still on the side of the Interstate. I've been stranded for
"Did you call a tow truck?"
"Yes, but they didn't come. I saw you go by on your way
Well, it's an emergency. Nothing to do but turn around and go back.
Why didn't the tow truck come? I need to call them back. I forgot to
ask who she called.
Halfway back to the mall, my cell phone rang again. "Mom, they
are sending another tow truck. The first one broke down on the way to
Good grief! Not only can they not make a car that runs these days,
they can't even make an emergency vehicle that will!
I made it to the gas station at about the time the towing company
called again to say the second truck was on the way and would be there
in 25 minutes.
She had called the roadside assistance that came with the car
warranty. That was good thinking. I never would have thought of them.
Of course, with her luck she has plenty of experience with tow trucks.
I wondered if the truck that broke down was made by the same company
as her car.
"Where did you tell them to tow it to?"
"They will only tow it if you take it to a dealership."
We just spent a thousand dollars on repairs to that stupid piece of
junk a month ago, so that's where it needs to go anyhow.
"What did it do?"
"It just started making a noise and not going anywhere. I had to
pull over to the side. I sat there for an hour before the emergency
assistance truck came by, but they couldn't get it started. Then the
police finally came, and gave me a ride to the gas station. They said
it was too dangerous to stay there."
What a nightmare! The newly dispatched tow truck was coming from the
car dealership. We waited a while at the gas station and then went to
meet the tow truck on the side of the road.
It was the middle of rush hour traffic, and not a good place to be on
the side of the Interstate in the dark. The traffic sped by at 70 mph
only a few feet from where we were. I looked in the rear view mirror,
hoping each passing car would be the tow truck. I was scared to death
we would be hit, but finally I saw the beautiful flashing lights of
the tow truck.
My daughter called the dealership today to see what the problem is
with the car. She waited on hold for an hour, but apparently everyone
was too busy to talk to her. I guess the service center has a lot of
Finally, they called back to say the car needed a part and a new
battery. Naturally, the dust cloud poured out its usual unlucky grunge
and they didn't have the part in stock. So, she is without a car over
the weekend and, maybe longer.
If you see a dark, dusty cloud floating by, it is not Pigpen. That
will be my daughter in her car heading for her next disaster.
Copyright 2006 Sheila Moss
Nashville, TN 37219
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