To my great delight I realized I had pulled into a parking space right in front of a chocolate shop. And, it was open! I spent the next 2 hours drinking hot chocolate with hot pepper (yes, hot pepper - and it was freaky) and trying handmade artisan chocolates. One of them was filled with Jameson's Irish whiskey. (I highly recommend this.) I made myself at home in an enormous comfy chair. The sweet young lady who was running the joint was very pleasant and didn't bug me; I was free to sit and sip and munch and play scrabble on my iPhone. Do you know, I didn't even mind the wait.
|The AAA flashers under the|
shadow of St. Louis
AAA finally came and changed my tire. I need a new one. The AAA guy, like almost every AAA guy I've ever met, was kind and courteous and told me to stay warm. And, in true Buffalo fashion, a crazy lady approached him and asked if he needed help. The car was jacked up on one side, and she yelled at him : "HEY ! Do you know there is a woman in the car? You should help her". "Lady, stand back or you might get hurt" he replied. She stood there until he completed the procedure then walked away muttering "Well, if you don't want my help...."
I love Buffalo. By the way, this was all in the shadow of St. Louis Church. Sadly, I didn't hear any bells tonight.
So, I continued home, on my usual route up Main Street. Bill had already finished with Dunn Tire and was cooking dinner.
Sure, it was a bit of wrinkle in my plans, but it truly didn't bother me. I was safe and warm, didn't have to change the tire myself, was eating chocolate and having dinner made for me. I was also thinking that I wasn't running to higher ground or watching my home get washed away. That news item helped me to put a perspective on things. I think a lot of people in this corner of the world were realigning their perspectives, too.
And, when I turned the handle on the back door, a familiar sight greeted me: Bill was cooking dinner. And he met me at the door with a kiss and a nice glass of Chianti.