Ford Fusion In The Garage . . . Long Story Short: Angels Exist!

Ford Fusion, a photo by Crystal Clean Auto Detailing on Flickr.

So this brought us home today! I say, "Thank Goodness for Ford Fusion".

Backed our Ford Explorer out of the garage and took Hubby down to another town to have his first check up since his eye surgery last week.

I must tell you that I truly hate highway driving. So be it.

We got there early and the retina surgeon was able to see Hubby right away. His eye has not advanced quite as quickly as we might have hoped, but he is fine.

Started back up the road toward home. After a while, it was getting pretty hot in that car. Since Hubby cannot see too well, he could not tell what might be wrong from the dashboard commands.

Well, I kinda knew I should turn into the Polk Pick It Up Station when I saw smoke coming from under the hood.

It must have been pretty obvious as the car cut out halfway to the building because several people ran out of the store, one with a fire extinguisher in hand.

People were helping us out of the car and someone had the courage (or stupidity) to open the hood.

Well, not only do I not like highway driving, I really hate mechanical malfunction. All I know about that is does it run?

So, on my cell phone I have Al Meyer Ford and I dialed them to come and haul the Explorer back to their shop. Then I ask for the rental department. Yup . . . no loaners these days.

So I arrange for a Ford Fusion which scares me a little because I really like being up high in my Explorer.

Now, the Polk Pick It Up just happens to have an Angel as the Manager and she says she is driving into Lufkin to the supermarket, can she give us a lift?

New forever friend made.

And, Dora has already received a message on her Bluetooth that the Explorer has already been picked up.

So, Dora takes us to Al Meyer Ford where they are ready for us. They had called Jay Jackson Insurance to get our policy details.

She asks for my credit card and my drivers license. I am just about there . . .

"Your driver's licence is expired."

Oh, dear. I did not get a notice.

Dora drives us round the loop to the Motor License Office. We stand in line and are praying out loud as we see they have not yet taken me and there is only one minute left.

"Next!"

I ask and the clerk tells me that they only send out renewal notices randomly now.

Oh oh. I randomly have been driving with no license.

She takes a picture. She doesn't think it is good enough. She takes another and doesn't think I will like it. Do you want another? I say, "No" because my hair looks good and I have 25 minutes till Al Meyer closes.

Here I have to tell you that this licensing clerk gave me a full bottle of water. Richard Simmons: hear that?

Back to Al Meyer where I finishing signing my life away.

Dora and Hubby transfer things from the Explorer to the Fusion; we bid Dora the Angel "Goodbye" and we drive home. We did stop for barbecue take out (yes, Richard) and drove on home.

Buddy, the Lhasa hears the garage door go up and thinks to himself,

"That does not sound like my car but I think they are back."