This is why I hate travel.
As I was on my way up to Massachusetts to drop off the Complaint Department and the GRD, the Moby Smurfberry began to overheat. (Fortunately, just down the block). So I turned around and came home, called my Mom to have her send thecoughlin to pick up the fur-bearing members of the household, called my garage, called Triple A... at least the tow truck guy was cute.
What an inconvenience.
Ah well, at least I have a ride to the airport tomorrow. And it's not like I was going to need the car this week anyway, though I was going to loan it to my mom.
Hopefully, we're talking thermostat or hose here and not head gasket, huh?