R.I.P. Pam

Well, let's sum up my day in six words: I called TWO tow-trucks today.

The first wasn't so bad. There's a giant pothole on the corner and the studio is the closest building to it. Some girl knocked her tire off of her rim, and I called a towing service for her. I felt pretty good about it, actually. It's nice to feel a teensy bit heroic now and then.

Then on my way home, my car stalled and died on a HUGE hill. (I would stall out in the one place where there is no shoulder to pull off on!!) Yep. I think the poor old car has bitten the dust at last.

The first thing I did was call my mommy so that she could look up a towing service for me. Big mistake. Like all moms, she takes care of everything. Unfortunately, that meant calling them for me and putting Dad on the phone with me... You know, I love the guy, but he has a tendency to make me freak out in situations like this. I was totally calm. He had me hyperventilating and crying within five minutes. I actually hung up on him, and then had a PTSD-like flashback.

Suddenly, I was five years old and had just cracked my chin open. I went indoors, Mom saw that I was bleeding like crazy, sat me on the couch, and went to get bandages and ice. Dad comes over to look at my cut, and starts yelling at my mom that "it goes all the way down to the bone!!!" And I start crying.

Bizarre. I've never had a real flashback before. Never had my car towed either. It was a day chock-full of new things! Bleh...