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I could really use a cup of coffee


The last time I tried to post on this thing everything I typed was in Hindi.
How do I know it was in Hindi? I googled it of course.
How odd to have my blog auto-translated to Hindi.

I took this as a sign.
Maybe I was supposed to travel to Northern India, become a Bollywood film producer. Perhaps I was supposed to meet a nice Indian man and settle down. Maybe I was supposed to learn more about Hinduism. I wasn't sure

After 4 months of research, Indian dating sites, yoga study (not practice mind you!) I realized that auto-translation is an option on this website. I must've accidentally clicked it one day.

But I did re-discover the Cosmic Cafe. MMM tasty!

In these tough economic times I have taken to bringing my lunch to work every day. Because I essentially have a working lunch I usually leave around 2 or so to have coffee with Danny. After a nice long coffee chat I returned to my car in the Preston Center parking garage. A woman approached me and said, "Ma'am. You are the most approachable person I have seen in the past hour! I have a flat tire and only have a few dollars. I have been trying to get the money for a can of fix-a-flat so I can get home, would you be able to help me? I walked my fat butt to the TETCO up the street to buy it, but it's $11 and I only have $6 to my entire name."



Because she was my mother's age, because I've experienced financial turmoil before, because I've had a flat, because I've seen people I love swallow their pride to survive, because of all of those experiences, I told her I would go buy her the can of fix-a-flat. She said she'd be there waiting for me.

When I got the the TETCO I noticed that the fix-a-flat was not, in fact, $11 clams. It was $5. She would have had enough. My spidey senses were tingling. I bought the stuff anyway and returned, as I said I would, to the garage.

The woman wasn't anywhere in sight. I was an approachable schmuck. Not to be discouraged though, I decided to believe that someone else helped her and perhaps someone I know will need this can of fix-a-flat. So, lemme know if you get a flat tire. I can help :)

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