I call ahead for a pick-up order.
It’s been a few weeks, they may be wondering if something has happened to me.
It’s on the far side of the city from me and the Willys jeep rehab and other stuff has beat me up some and I don’t have it in me to wheel out there.
I’d love to be rehabbing an old musclecar, but I’ve no place to do it. Story of my life— All the knowledge, and nowhere to use it...Son of a bleep. I’d write a book, but it’s already been done, as well. Guess it’s time for another beer, if nothing else. Belch! :)