My car lurched forward and then died in the middle of the intersection with a Christmas tree tied to the top and six kids holding their breath inside. I had noticed problems as we drove home from the Christmas sing-a-long — loose steering, weird sounds. But my car had just been fixed, so I kept going. Until I didn’t.
We had left our house earlier that evening basically for the free donut, discount Bees tickets and forced joviality of Christmas cheer. The evening ended in a tow truck as I contemplated the why me’s of the universe. I still don’t know how the car got from the middle of the intersection to the safety of the coffee shop parking lot 20 feet away with a collapsed control arm and tires that wouldn’t roll.