Unlucky.

My car broke down tonight.

On highway 35.

Just outside Minneapolis.

There was a big clunk, & then I couldn't steer

or accelerate.

The heat went out too.

Just barely got off the freeway, and I was praying for a miracle.

Too bad I forgot that miracles don't happen to people with bad luck.

People like me.

Blue & red in my rearview mirror.

The cop one-knuckle knocked on my window

& was startled when I opened my door.

My windows don't roll down.

He asked me what was going on, so I told the situation.

He seemed puzzled and asked some more ridiculous questions

(For example: Did you know you're not supposed to park here?)

But he was nice enough to call a tow truck.

The rest of the journey went smoothly, after I had a good cry.

I've been pretty fortunate lately so I should have known my time was coming.

At least dinner was great.