taennyn | This is your pattern, breaking down.

The car has decided to commit ritual suicide via transmission. No one was injured, despite the problem becoming apparent stopped two-back at a red light in the beginning of rush hour yesterday.

It decided 'drive' was actually 'neutral'.
While stopped at a light.
Turning it off and back on persuaded it that drive was drive. Briefly.
We made it to the veggie's parents' place sometime between four and five, I called the mechanic to tell him incoming, and then we got to Wait.

Now, the veggie's phone's battery's gone a bit tetchy. So she'd left it at home to charge while we went to needles and to food afterwards.

My phone, unlike the veggie's phone, doesn't have the roadside assist program on speed dial. Or numbers for either of the veggie's parents. We gave veggie-madre a minor heart attack when she got home from work.

The cell-phone company has apparently discontinued new orders for the roadside assist program; existing orders are still supported.

Kinda. Radish, using my phone, had to call in four times to actually get through to a physical monkey. Information was given, the call-back number was changed to mine, and the veggie was told she'd be called back with a timing estimate.

Roadside assist monkey? Apparently called two numbers, then entered 'customer canceled' on the towing order.

The veggie called back in an hour later to say 's'cuse me, was told I'd get a call back with a timing estimate?' And a new monkey went O.o;, customer canceled? Veggie said Noooo? More information given, callback number still my phone.

Which is where my phone started saying 'battery loooooooooow, chaaaaaaaaarge meeeeeeeee'.

New callback number, cellphone monkeys! Veggie-madre's, this time.

Towing monkey eventually shows, he and the veggie bond a bit over mutual argh at the cellphone monkeys (who didn't pass along the info they got from the veggie re: the car and location to the towing monkey).

Got home ten-thirty or so last night. Veggie-father didn't get off work until after nine.

Beast was v. affectionate last night--one suspects he thought he'd been Abandoned In The Dark With No Food or Bitches, Woe.