[I rewrote this part several times but could never truly capture what happened. This is the best I could do.]
The motorcycle I’d agreed to buy was a long way from my home. I decided to make an overnight “mini-vacation” of it. Mrs. Curmudgeon and I traveled together and that was excellent.
The rest happened entirely unlike this: The long trip to get to the dealer was uneventful. I arrived with plenty of time to go every detail of the bike with the dealer. The paperwork was relaxed and unhurried. Dinner afterwards was cheap and excellent. Our hotel was well appointed, quiet, and I got a great night’s sleep.
so you got stomped by the big bad life monster?
I guess we all do sometimes. 🙂