I was dressed in my favorite shirt and jeans this morning. I had just had a shower and was rearing to go. I was on my way to get my six Diet Cokes for the day, and then to hit all the fast food restaurants for applications. You can apply online now days, but I wanted the managers to see me first. Well, I got out to my car and turned the key. Nothing. My battery was dead. Was it an omen or sign I shouldn't be doing this?
I called mom and asked her to bring me my cokes when she went to get her hair poofed up at lunch. Well, if you want anything done and to get it done quickly, you tell my mother. She's my and dad's secretary. She called dad and within thirty minutes, there was a mechanic in the engine bay of my car getting the battery out.
"I'll be back with a new battery in thirty minutes," he told me and left.
Should I continue as planned, or should I talk to my father first? I feel dirty for doing this behind his back. I already know what he will say.
"You can't afford to lose Medicare Part D," he will say. "Your medications cost $2000 dollars a month."