Keep On Truckin'

Good old Truck.  It was time for his smog check so I called the place where he'd undergone his "physical" after he'd been hit.  "Come in at four today."  Oh crum.  I hadn't planned on going to town so soon, but it wasn't raining and I'm not one to miss an opportunity for something I'd already put off too long.

It seemed incongruous to me that the heavy-duty, waterproof cover Craig had purchased to protect my cellphone had started to crumble.  I hadn't dropped the phone, nor left it go through the washing machine (okay, I did that twice with Phone's predecessor, but I learned).  As long as I was leaving home anyhow, I decided to get a new cover and run a couple of other errands so as not to waste the trip and not have to go into town again soon.  Phone's first cover was an easy-to-see aqua blue, but all the store could offer was black, so black it was to be.  It will just be a little harder to find on those occasions when it is not in my pocket.

Truck passed his smog check with flying colors, bless his oily heart.  He might be banged up and bruised, but he and I will keep on truckin'.  Good old Truck.