Snug Slug Activities

Saturday morning my car wouldn’t start again. I assumed it was the battery, that it had gotten damaged in the cold a couple of weeks ago, but jumping it didn’t work, so the day got tricky. The whole weekend turned into a transportation nightmare. Too many people who all had different places to be at different times.

For supper that night, I decided to make a quick chicken and rice dish. When I got back from picking up other people who were kindly letting me borrow their car, it was soup. It was not intended to be soup, but I decided to roll with it. When my mother asked what was in it, one of the ingredients that I listed was “failed okonomiyaki sauce” from earlier in the week. She had gotten distracted while I was talking and turned back with the exclamation, “You’re feeding me failure soup?!”

After some laughter and further explanation, we both decided that failure soup was a very appropriate meal for how the week had been going.

The soup then thickened up and became the rice dish it had originally been intended to become, further cementing the name “Failure Soup.”

I got my car towed to the shop on Monday. Later that afternoon they called me to say that no one in the shop had any idea what was wrong with my car. They said it was great when they got in a vehicle that helped keep their guys humble by reminding them that they don’t know everything about cars.

I haven’t heard any more since then, so I assume it is keeping them stumped.

My car is named Parker, and I miss it terribly. I also hate having to constantly borrow other people’s cars just so I can get to work.

Hamlet was very concerned about the tow truck guy stealing his car and watched from the window the whole time, throwing out some warning barks when he felt they were necessary.