I’m beginning to think that guys are destined to be guys…and ladies we can’t beat them, so we may as well join them.
I may be slow to the party on this one…let’s just say I like to be fashionably late.
My boyfriend, Jim Bob/Denzel got his car towed this weekend. FAIL. We’ve all been there and it stinks. Sunday after church he headed to the impound yard, which as you know is always in a desolate place.
As you also know, you can never just get your car out of hock…it is NEVER that simple. Just ask Jim Bob/Denzel–His title was not in his car. So the tow company required an affidavit stating that he owned the car…did I mention it had to be notarized. Wouldn’t you know the on-site notary isn’t at the impound yard on Sundays…DOUBLE FAIL.
Billy Bob/Denzel at the Impound Yard
Jim Bob decided to call it a day and worry about it on Monday-first thing. Imagine my surprise when I got a call on Monday night about 10pm asking me if I wouldn’t mind taking Jim Bob to the impound yard Tuesday morning. Somehow, getting his car out of hock didn’t make it into the Monday schedule. 7am, he wanted me to wake up at 7am. Doesn’t he know I am trying to adjust to my new mornings?
But I obliged. I woke up at 6:30am gave Jim Bob a wake up call–7am is not his usual wake up time. What transpired was a road trip of epic proportions. I got lost driving around streets of East Austin around Montopolis while Jim Bob was used his iPhone to track down a notary…yes, he still needed a notary. Although we are the capitol of Texas, there aren’t a lot of obvious notary spots open in the 7am hour. Every minute, Jim Bob would declare something like:
I found a directory of all the notaries in Texas…did you know there was a town called Abilene?…I found one in Austin-oh wait, she is in San Antonio with an Austin area code...(and my favorite) What is a mobile notary?
I guess I took for granted that my lawyer days included many a notary as well as ‘notary knowledge’ that most people never have to worry about.
As we hit a dead end in the center of Montopolis Park (who knew that existed?) and headed back to our starting point for a Brad Womack Mulligan, (all due to my inability to navigate through East Austin), I decided we would head to the VA clinic I spotted on our path for a notary. Score! We had our notary, now we just needed to find the impound lot, by jove!
A few U-turns later, we found the impound yard. Jim Bob went to handle his business while I waited in my car. Five minutes later there was a knock on my window. It was Jim Bob…he had miscalculated the amount of cash the impound yard was requiring by 16 dollars.
I’ll have you know I NEVER have cash. But I had a twenty and something told me as I was walking out of my house, “Roxanne, grab the cash because you will need it.” Thank goodness because honestly there is no way there was an ATM within 20 minutes of the joint. Jim Bob got his car and all was right with the world.
I don’t know, maybe this a random test. See at some point in the last week, I decided to “let Boys be Boys” and that included Jim Bob. Not having my car for two days would have driven my little type A tush crazy! But it didn’t bother Jim Bob, so I didn’t even begin to let it bother me. And that made all the difference.
In essence, don’t sweat the small stuff…or as my friend always says “These Fires Aren’t Real.”
As a result. Jim Bob and I laughed the whole way. We had fun and made a few memories along the way.
