Today after dropping the CBI director, David, off at a networking shindig, the other intern, Erica, and I drove around in his car and finished photographing the rest of the properties for the campaign, getting back to the office just as the heat really started to pick up. Shortly thereafter I left alone to go pick David up again. Staying true to the entire morning spent looking for houses wherever they weren't, I of course turned the wrong direction as soon as I left the parking lot. I started to make a second turn to turn around when the car died in the middle of the street.
Oops!
A cop showed up just as I had stopped laughing long enough to dial the 9 in 911, which was rather convenient. He pushed me to the side of the road, but then of course, as soon as I was "legal," he left. The number for a tow truck? Off the top of his head, he couldn't think of it. Maybe my expectations are too high, but I feel like he should have known that, or at the very least shouldn't have shrugged and shook his head and walked away when I asked him if New Orleans has an information number I could call to find one. He just... left me there.
Ah well. David called the tow truck and walked to his car and I walked back to the office and an otherwise interesting day ended with data entry, rain, and... blogging. I also discovered that dicing up cucumbers and putting them in omelets (sans seeds) is actually really good. Take that, nasty Walmart cucumbers!
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