Car is Cooked, 6-23-11

I was driving my car in a plaza. People were staring at me because I was parked in from of a store. My tires had all popped and my tire axle had melted. I called my dad and told him about my car. He gave me an address where I should have my car towed.

I saw my ex-boyfriend and I put my dad on hold to say goodbye to him. He was looking very sharp. When I picked up the phone again my dad scolded me. I called AAA.

There was a cooking competition at a club in the plaza. I was looking at all of the food. They told me I could still be a part of the club as long as I recited the motto. It has something to do with the need for people to be open minded and not to hold the club responsible for allergens.

I looked out the window to see my car was gone. It was 3am. A friend of mine was at the club goofing off. I went outside to call a cab. There were a bunch of shady people around the corner of the building in pickup trucks. I tried to ignore them while I looked for the cab company's #.