Being Friday and all, I lingered longer than usual over the paper and on my way out to the car, I notice the motor wasn't running.
In the car, the keys are in the ignition and the gage is on empty. Predictably, the engine doesn't engage when I turn the key.
After a few more tries, I get out of the car. My mind is racing! What a pickle I'm in. I walk over to my next store neighbor, who actually teaches with me, and see that she is gone because it's LATE.
I call my secretary at school to share the nature of my tardiness. At this point my kids are probably five minutes from coming into an empty room. Serious stuff in elementary school land, but I ask her to get coverage and I'll somehow solve my conflict and get to school as soon as possible.
By a taxi!
"Courtesy Cab" has long transported some of my students to and from school, but I got to experience the privilege today. A first for me, in Western Maine anyway.
The driver told me they 've been around for forty-five years! The driver, who's name I didn't get, was respectful of my desire to keep relatively quiet, but responded to my questions on how many runs he does on a normal morning (4-5) and how many taxi companies (3-4) there are in the River Valley. Who knew?
All-in-all, not too bad and for ten dollars (after tip), and I got to work.