Thursday, December 8, 2011

The Night the Car Broke Down in Kentucky

From the moment the car started to tremble, Lucy knew she was in for a long night. As she slowly brought her car to a stop amidst the roar of the rumble strips, she was glad she had used her Eversave Holiday Pack + a $25 Cabela’s Gift Card to purchase a limited edition Colonel Sherman Potter Army Survival Kit. As she carefully placed her road flares in the pelting rain, Lucy couldn’t have been more thankful she had finally treated herself to that Semi-Permanent Mascara Treatment. At least she’d look good when help arrived. Her teeth were starting to chatter and numbness began to set into her extremities. The only thing worse than the cold was the unshakeable craving she had for Gourmet Popcorn. If only she had taken advantage of the Valet Parking by the Nashville International Airport and hopped a plane instead of making this trip by car. She could have treated herself to a Microderm Treatment and a Facial as she waited for her connection. But alas, as the smoke poured out from under the hood, she knew it was too late to look back now.

Lucy decided to huff it to the next exit to look for help. As she made her way through the deluge, she could just make out the faint glow of headlights in the distance. As the right heel on her new Steve Madden’s gave way, she noticed the oncoming vehicle pulling alongside her. As the passenger side window of the shiny BMW rolled slowly down, she could barely make out a face through the curtain of rain. As she squinted through the darkness, she couldn’t believe her eyes. There sat a haggard Rod Blagojevich taming his 5 o’clock shadow with a Remington R5150 360 ° Pivot & Flex Cordless Titanium Coated Rotary Shaver.


This can’t be happening she thought, as she climbed into the passenger seat and pushed the crumpled Playboy to the floor that had previously occupied her seat. As she contemplated the sad decent of Lindsay Lohan’s career, she decided to ask for a lift.


“Wanna ride? I’m…uh…kind of in a hurry. I’ve got some folks waiting for me back home,” he blustered.
To her surprise, he happened to be heading towards Nashville to procure $100 Worth of Framed Art, Prints, and Posters for $50 to brighten his impending jail cell before heading up north. They chatted like grammar school girls for hours until he dropped her safely at her abode, and continued on his way.

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