Clyde was towed again today, to another transmission shop, just 1/2 mile from the first tow truck facility that brought us in on Sunday afternoon. We were promised that we would be out this afternoon, but when we left at 3:30 PM they were still attempting to hand winch the coach into the repair bay. Pretty hard to move 22,000 lbs of motor vehicle by winch and chain.
So we're stuck in a motel room again tonight and I am climbing the walls. We had dinner at the motel, sampler plate of appetizers, a big disappointment. Potato skins tasted like left-overs, onion rings too greasy. Wings OK, and cheese sticks fair. Guess I'm just tired and pissed off.
And, I didn't want that man to win Jeopardy, didn't like the way he played at all. Nothing has gone right today.
I'll put on my Scarlet O'Hara hat, "Tomorrow is another day".
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