However, my cheerful resolve wafted away a mere hour or two later, as steam billowed out from under the hood, so much steam in fact, that passers-by phoned 9-1-1 to report a car on fire. The engine light was on, the temperature gauge was maxed out, and the engine died right as I pulled off to the side of the road.
I am so weary of crises.
A very nice state trooper came by. The Department of Transportation dropped by. The Fire Department dropped by. A big yellow tow truck came by and towed us to the mechanics (40 miles) and took us to Gma & Gpas.
Wha-wha-wha poor me.