it’s the little things
Yesterday was just one of those days where everything seemed to go wrong. When I got into the car to go to work it wouldn’t start because the battery had died, so I was forced to take Raf’s car even though the registration had recently expired.
Of course I got pulled over and given a $70 citation.
Due to this I arrived frazzled to work barely making it in time for the bell.
After work ended at 4:15pm I needed to drive the 40 minutes home, pick up my dinner, drive to the metro station, park the car, catch the metro and make the hour-long trip to school in time for my 6pm class. Needless to say, I would be cutting it close.
Well, as I was about 20 minutes into my drive home, I noticed that there was copious amounts of white smoke coming from under the hood of the car at which point I glanced at the temperature gauge and realized that it was waaaay past the red line. That needle could not get far enough away from that line.
My first instinct was to keep driving and I figured this probably not my brightest moment, so I called Raf, who strongly advised me to pull into the nearest gas station.
So I pulled into a Shell service center amidst stares and gasps from the other patrons of the station. It looked like I was attempting to smuggle 20 fog machines under my hood.
Anyway long story short, I left the car at the station, walked the 4 blocks to the nearest metro station and made it to class with moments to spare.
Now the issue was, by the time my class ended and I made it back to the station nearest my house it would be very dark out and it is a 15 minute walk to my house from the station.
I’ve done this walk before by myself many times during the day but only once before at night, the main reason being that I’m a creeper magnet.
I have no idea why, I think it’s got something to do with having the face of a 12-year-old and slightly resembling an anime character (or so I have been told on multiple occasions by the afore-mentioned creepers).
I was starting my walk home and giving myself a “don’t be such a scardy cat because you are a grown woman and this is a quite residential neighborhood talk’ when out of the shadows materialized my very own knight in shining armor with his trusty steed.
Raf had lassoed the dog and come to meet me on foot at the metro station so that he could walk me home. Talk about total swoon! It’s the little things like that, that remind me how lucky I am to be married to such an incredible guy. I just felt so safe and grateful that I didn’t have to ask for him to come, because that would totally blow my tough invisible cover. He just knew what I needed and delivered on it flawlessly. The result was a lovely walk home, hand in hand on a crisp fall night. It was the perfect end to an imperfect day and it just doesn’t get any better than that. 
