The Saga Continues

As we left off in yesterday's post, said woman waited and waited and waited for dear husband to rescue her.

And sweated. And sweated. And sweated. (Perhaps I should have used the word "glowed." It's much more lady-like.)

OK, the woman glowed. And glowed. And glowed.

It was a very hot August afternoon. Remember?

Husband finally rescued wife from parking lot. He was able to get the car started!

Perhaps it was low on gas?

He convinced wife to drive to local gas station and fill up with gas.

She did so.

The car broke down again as soon as she entered the gas station parking lot.

A helpful stranger and dear husband pushed the offending van out of the busy gas line traffic.

"I think we may need a new van," wife sadly said.

"I think you may be right," dear husband replied.

After replacing three transmissions, (Yes, you read that right--three transmissions!) the husband and wife just could not stomach paying one more cent--not one more penny--on fixing their van.

It was time to shop for a new car.

Which they did.

However, buying a new cell phone took a little longer.

So many things to consider!

Which company?

What kind of plan?

What kind of phone?

Finally, after three months of researching, the phone was purchased.

There it sat, barely touched, in woman's purse.

No one could get a hold of her on cell phone.

It was never on.

She was teased.

"Why do you have a cell phone if you never turn it on?"

"I'm usually home," woman replied. "And when I'm not home, I don't want to be on the phone."

Oh, the phone was used occasionally.

Long distance phone calls to dear daughters #1, #2, and #3.

Long distance phone calls to Mother.

Long distance phone calls to sisters.

Long distance phone calls to friends.

And then, woman, husband, and dear daughter #4 moved.

The rarely used cell phone was used even less.

Because, alas, it did not get good reception in new location.

The story continues in part III tomorrow.

Don't hold your breath!