A Funny Thing Happened On The Way To The DMV

On a dark desert highway

Cool wind in my hair

Warm smell of colitas

Rising up through the air

Wait! That's a different story. This one takes place on a dark desert highway also, but let's go back a bit.

My landlady - 81 years of constant energy and independence - has been dreading taking her driver's test. We have been working on it all week. She does not test well she says. I gave her my tried and true rules for taking a DMV test.

Always remember that the DMV:

1. Is very literal - do not read anything into what you see on the paper

2. Is very conservative and does not care what is practical, only what is uber safe

3. Has no sense of humor

Whenever you cannot figure out an answer, go back to those principles and you will know what to choose.

So around 1 pm she headed off for the Hemet DMV. A clever move on her part as it is much less crowded than the Temecula DMV. Too clever by half as it turned out.

 

 Dark desert highway

On her way, she was rear ended. And it does not sound like it was old lady driving that did it. The other driver, a delivery guy from National City who did not perceive the slowing of the line of traffic, even admitted as much. A first in accident history - the responsible driver admitting he was wrong.

 

 Gloria's poor Prius

 

 This road used to have no traffic on it. The volume has grown considerably. At this point a two lane has just gone down to a one lane.

 

 Gloria getting the details on why the other guy's tow truck arrived before hers.

 You should see the other guy. His big white van really took a whack.

She called me and I went to pick her up. We followed the tow truck to the body shop. And by some odd decision on her part, she did not have the 100 mile tow with AAA. Around here every time you leave home you go 20 miles. It was 14 to the shop.

The rental car people came to pick her up and I left and came home. I made some chicken soup for her to have when she returned. I have not cooked for 5 months. It was SO good. I put a sprig of dill in for about 5 minutes and then took it out, plus a little thyme. Really great. Trying to out Jewish mother the Jewish mother. When she got home she had some soup and matzoh crackers and tea and is complaining of pain where she had her broken hip. Oy vey. We are voting muscle insult rather than hairline fracture.

So, does this mean she gets an F?

Someone at the body shop, after observing me with Gloria as she quietly but with an iron will got every detail squeezed out of the people there, said when we were alone "You are so patient".  Another improbable statement (like I do not look old enough to have grown kids) if I ever heard one. Yes. Clare Cheney. Famous for her patience. Oh yeah.

May The Fourth Be With You....