Hope did a post wherein she mentions cute road-kill (Hope=crazy!). That made me think of our common southern roadkill, the Armadillo. A Texas politician, praising the extremes of Texas politics, once claimed that in Texas, the only thing in the middle-of-the-road was yellow paint and dead armadillos.
This in turn reminded me of one of the good things people did for us after Katrina. On our way to the in-laws in Florida, we ran over an already-dead armadillo on the freeway, and it knocked our exhaust pipe out of alignment. For the rest of the trip, at a certain speed, the car was REALLY REALLY LOUD. It was frustrating; a Thing on top of all the other Things.
My husband went to a repair place early early the first business day after we arrived at my in-laws. After only about 15 minutes the car guy put the car up on the lift, looked at it, and asked Calvin what had happened. Calvin explained about the dead armadillo, and the guy replied, “Oh, so the ‘dilla did it! Well, we can get this fixed up pretty quick.” About thirty minutes later the car was down, and Calvin asked “How much.” “No charge,” the guy said. “You have a good stay in Florida, sir.”
He saw the Louisiana license plate.
my highschool mascot was the armadillo! we were the fighting dillos. lol.
Hey, if we can’t take pleasure from the little things in life, where can we have fun?