the call

It was 10:22 AM on April 11, 2006. A Tuesday.

“Hey, Christine. Great news for ya. We got your silver package 7. And let me tell you, it’s a byoot. And boy has she got the most perfect HID headlamps.”

“This is wonderful. Can I pick it up tomorrow, I’ve got a meeting and class tonight.”

Heavy pause, punctuated by a breathy, mood changing, “You’re kidding, right?”

“Uhm, No?”

“Christine, Christine, Christine. Do you know how hot these things are? Sorry, honey tonight’s the best I can do. And that’s even pushing it.”

Quick thinking: Let’s see, leave work at 5, home by 6,Tamas home by 6:30, scarf down dinner, head to Irvine.

“OK, we’ll be there by 8”

At 8:05 Tamas and I pulled up in the expansive and appropriately named Power Toyota lot.

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