used to be a cowboy

deck the halls and empty your pockets

that rabbit is always late

it’s been one of those days. 

i  finished up at the shoemart at 5 and had to be at the radio station by 6.  go out to start my jeep and nothing happens.  i turn the key……nothing.  i sit for a moment trying to compute why my jeep won’t start and then it hits me.  i reach for my light switch and confirm my thoughts, i have once again drained the battery.  i go to check for my  jumper cables in the back and i discover a newspaper from two weeks ago,  some wrappers, a tonne of cds, some dress shoes, gloves……..no jumper cables.   seems that when last cleaned my jeep (which had to be at least a year ago), i took out the cables and forgot to put them back when i was done. 

you would figure that i could just go back inside the shoemart and get someone to give me a boost.  but that’s where your wrong.  only one person drives, and he doesn’t have any cables.

so i figure i’ll just sit tight and some good natured citzen in the christmas spirit will be able to help me out.  afterall, i don’t have the money to go buy a brand new set of jumper cables or take a cab.   so i zip up my fall jacket as the temperature begins to fall and start asking strangers for help. 

15 minutes go by.  then 20.  then 30.  nobody that i ask for help from has jumper cables.

typical.

45 minutes ticks off on the watch and i’m no better then when i started, except now i can’t feel my hands and i feel like kicking the shit out of my jeep.   i finally decide that i’m going to have to crack and buy some cables. 

there goes christmas kids. 

i head over to the petro station across the street from the plaza i work in expecting that a gas station would have jumper cables for sale.  i step inside and the warm air is a complete fucking relief.  i look around.

potato chips, chocolate bars, gossip magazines, 80 billion different types of soda, milk, jerky, windshield ice scrapers, cigarettes, baseball cards, hockey cards, fat woman staring at me. 

no jumper cables.

i look back at the fat women behind the counter and ask “you don’t happen to sell jumper cables do you”?  i catch a look that seems to say “asshole, what do you think this is?  a gas station”? she responds with a sour “no”.

typical.

i look at my watch and it says 5:50 almost mockingly.  crunch time.  i run back across the busy rush hour road and almost get hit not once, but twice.  as i zig zag through the parking lot i’m asking everyone for help.

no one has cables.

that’s when i see them.  a bunch of red and black cables sticking out from the front of a car.  i quickly jog over and a guy pops his head up.  i say “excuse but you wouldn’t able to give a jump will you?  you would really be saving my life”.  he tells me he will to my relief.

we go back to my jeep.   he gives me a jump and i make it to the station just in time to get things ready for the red wings game.

i only caught his first name, but chris, thanks alot.  you really did help me out more then you know.

it’s all just another monday for jason robert boot.

so very fucking typical.

sometimes i miss yesterday