Why We Missed Church on Sunday (Part 4 of 4)

I stopped the car and motioned to Josh to come listen to the scraping. Puzzled, he took a look at the front driver’s side tire where the noise was the loudest and then just started laughing. Fearing the worst, as usual, I said, “Oh great, what now?” He looked up and with a slight chuckle, he said, “Darling, you ran over a cone!” When I had pulled into the gas station earlier, in my distress, with limited visibility, I must have inadvertently taken out one of the safety cones near the driveway of the gas station. Just as we were regaining our composure, two mysterious gentlemen in an unmarked pick-up truck showed up and said, “Hey, you already fixed the tire?” Realizing that this must have been who “Joe’s Towing” sent to help us out, we apologized for beating them to the punch and explained our new dilemma. They managed to un-wedge the giant piece of orange rubber from under the Corolla and we all went about our merry ways. All I could think on the way home at 2:00 a.m. was that this was “one for the blog.”