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Saturday Cruisin’

This afternoon, when I was cruising home in my husband’s 1996 Oldsmobile Sierra, I was mighty thirsty for some coffee.

You see, I didn’t sleep well last night and had just finished a Holy Hour at the Shrine, where I mostly “slept in the Lord,” if you get my drift. Why, I could barely stay awake navigating that Rust Machine down the highway. My eyelids were drooping, and my spirits were waning.

Fortunately, Caribou Coffee was right down the street, and I zipped in the drive-thru. Unfortunately, I forgot that my husband’s window wasn’t working. Apparently it’s missing some piece that keeps the glass in place when one hand-cranks it down. (There are no new-fangled electronics in this Classic.)

I remembered about the broken window, just as soon as I rolled the window down, and it sort of “fell” forward. Not out, my you, but down into the door panel, in a crooked fashion.

There was no need to panic at this misfortune, however, because I was still able to receive my hot coffee. It’s just that I wasn’t able to properly hand-crank the window back up. I did my best, though, at getting the thing mostly up, in an angular position. Then, I flipped the sun visor down over the window, while the Coffee Lady modestly averted her eyes to avoid embarrassing herself, for I wasn’t embarrassed.

As I drove through the exit, I cooly reached for my phone, looked up Janet Jackson’s 1990 “Escapade” and blasted it. I thought this appropriate for the occasion. (Not that I particularly recommend that song….it was just a moment of weakness after all.)

I sang the whole way home.

My husband took my picture when I rolled into the driveway.

Look closely at the window. It refuses to go into place. Cheers!

Now I’m properly disposed to commence Dinner Detail.

How was your Saturday?

4 thoughts on “Saturday Cruisin’”

  1. Funnily enough, I too have had a caribou drive through “difficulty” somewhat recently with my husband’s vehicle he drives to work (99 Oldsmobile…electric window 😉). I keep forgetting that it only opens 4” or so and makes a horrible grinding noise. I had to pull forward a bit and open the door, turning to get my order. Then a week or so later I tried to go through the bank drive up and confused the teller because I couldn’t properly pantomime that my window doesn’t roll down…which I had forgotten about again! and ended up just driving away. (The building was locked for some reason)

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    1. Ha! That’s great. In our old minivan, the same thing happened to me too. I never let it get me down, though. I’m not a quitter! I just did as you did and pulled forward a little, opened the door, and reached for that liquid gold!

      Thanks for the morning laugh, Molly!

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