I ran to Cody today to apply for some jobs and grab a few things at Walmart. After dropping off a few applications, I stopped by Cora’s house to see Baby Ali. She had her first set of shots today and she was NOT happy. She was doing the ‘my life is over’ cry. It was heartbreaking. I offered to pick up some frozen peas to put on Ali’s leg to lessen the pain.
So, off to Walmart. The wind was blowing about 1000 miles an hour, which is typical in Cody. I got my things, checked out, ran/flew back to Frankenvan and put my goods inside. The slider door wouldn’t latch on the back side, so I bumped it with my hip. It still wouldn’t close, so I opened it again and suddenly I was catching the slider door as it fell to the pavement.
Yeah, that’s right. My piece of shit van’s door fell off in the Walmart parking lot. How much more redneck can I get?
Ahhh…Frankenvan…you’re breaking my heart.
At least the door didn’t fall on my feet and break both of them, and the window didn’t shatter when the door hit the ground, so I guess it’s all good.
A woman helped me get the door back in the hole and get it sort of latched before I went to Cora’s house to drop off the peas. She asked if I needed some bungie cords for my drive home.