In Which I Sing the Praises of an Awesome Local Little Brother @ 02:54 am
Heading home from the Friday evening Farmer’s Market and I’m thinking, “Yeah, I really need to get the car to Shell to get the A/C checked before we hit the beach cause it just ain’t what it used to be” and then looking down at the temperature gauge and seeing it redlining…
Hit “Call Donald” on cell phone.
“Hey, I need a big favor, I need you to meet me at the Shell station, my car is overheating!! I’m at…umm, hell, I don’t even know exactly where I am*, I’m on Old Keene Mill, but I will meet you at the Shell station!”
“I’m on my way, don’t worry about it.”
And as I talked about moving with a friend tonight and she expressed her reluctance to move somewhere without a family member within a reasonable distance… When I took a second to think about it, I totally understood her misgivings, after my, “HEEEY, Little Brother, I need some help!!!!!!” experience this afternoon.
Little brothers are awesome, especially when they come to the garage and pick up you and your farmers market haul – all while knowing they will be your transportation for an entire holiday weekend. I consider myself insanely lucky.
*I was at Springfield Plaza when I called, but my brain simply refused to believe that I knew the name of the shopping center I had just passed. For the most part, I do know the geography of my very local region.