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Does a Rush by any other name sound as sweet?

Does a Rush by any other name sound as sweet?

public-domain-images-archive-high-quality-resolution-free-download-splitshire-0003-339418451Assume, assume, assume.
One would think someone of my wisdom, (sounds better than someone my age) would have learned better than to assume. I was running late and of course that would be the time that my car, at that time a 1999 Saturn, word not crank. That’s ok, I hear you snickering out there. I believe to this day that Saturn went out of business because their cars never really died. That was the most reliable and only new car I ever owned. I had it almost 15 years and only got rid of it for a “bucket list” car. Back to our story. One of the very few times my car breaks down on me I’m late for an important Dr.s appointment and I was very frustrated. I called AAA and they said they’d send someone out ASAP. Sure enough shortly after my call here comes the tow truck. The guy got out to hitch up my car. The guy looked like a dude. You know, t-shirt, blue jeans work boots. We chatted as he was doing his thing. I was going to ride with him to the car place, drop my car and get a rental. Everything was chained up and safe and I go to crawl in to his truck. He was in the act of turning his console off explaining “I know not everyone cares for Rush so I’ll turn it down”. After the morning I had had I thought a good dose of Prog Rock would do me good. I told him, “No, please don’t turn that off on my behalf, I love Rush”. He smiled said “cool” and turned the radio back on. Well indeed, Rush it was. Rush, Fucking, Limbaugh. Really. And I thought my morning had been bad up to that point.
Assume, assume, assume.



Written by Theodosia Honeybleu

All tales are based in truth. The names have been changed to protect the guilty. I have nothing to sell but everything to share. What a strange trip it's been, indeed.

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