Thank heaven we all had cell phones. How else could we call each other to enquire regarding the whereabouts of the needlenose pliers?
This Christmas the pliers were in high demand. First the headlights knob in the Buick broke, not for the first time. Visits to several auto shops failed to find the standard package of generic replacement knobs, so we were had to turn the lights on and off with the needlenose pliers. Three grownup drivers sharing one '96 Buick, plus one pair of pliers.
It was my turn to drive the Buick to Barnes and Noble when I got the call. "Mom, when can you be back here with the needlenose pliers? My key just broke off in the front door lock." I'm on my way to save the day.
My nephew is turning sixteen. Sure, he wants a car. It might be better if he got his own pair of needlenose pliers. Maybe I could have them engraved.
Sixteen is all about feeling invincible. Real life is all about breaking down that illusion, and dealing with the breakdowns.
© 2009 Nancy L. Ruder