Bovine wanna-bes

[This is post #200 for our blog. Let’s give ourselves a pat on the back!]

Friday, July 11, was a great day to get free food.  For folks west of the Mississippi, 7-Eleven gave away free 7.11-ounce Slurpees to celebrate, well, the fact that the date was 07-11.  Sadly, there are no 7-Elevens in our part of the country.  Ah well – a 7-ounce Slurpee would have lasted roughly thirty seconds anyway.

The other free food to be had that day required a bit more adventurousness. Chick-Fil-A (which got its start in Atlanta, by the way) holds an annual “Cow Appreciation Day,” where they reward people who dress like cows with a free meal.  Partial cow-dressing (i.e., ears, tail, or a spot or two) gets you an entree of your choice, while those who do the head-to-hoof treatment get their pick of a free combo meal from the regular menu.

Cassia and the kids had spent most of the week indoors, mostly due to the heavy rains we’ve had the past several days, and everyone was itching to get out.  Why not take everyone out for a free dinner at Chick-Fil-A?

Cassia and Annie went to work cutting out cow spots from black construction paper, and finding white or light-colored clothes for everyone to wear.  (Chick-Fil-A also provides cow “clothing” at www.cowappreciationday.com.)  Regrettably, I wouldn’t be able to participate with everyone else because of my temple commitment.  The closest Chick-Fil-A to my location would close at 10:00pm, and as we were expecting a very busy evening at the temple, I considered it doubtful that I’d be able to make it there in time.

As I made my way south on I-75, I heard a sudden WHAP from the engine, followed by a series of rattling sounds that rapidly increased in both frequency and intensity.  I carefully made my way into the right lane, hoping that I would at least be able to get the car off the freeway at the nearest exit before something worse happened.  Approximately one-half mile before the exit, however, the engine completely seized and my dashboard lit up like a Christmas tree.  I pulled onto the emergency lane and coasted about 50 yards before coming to a stop.  The car was dead.

Several phone calls and nearly an hour later, a tow truck arrived and hauled the car back to our local mechanic.  As it so happened, Cassia was just about to take the little calves out to dinner, so she picked me up on the way.  And wouldn’t you know it, she just happened to bring enough cow spots for me to wear too.

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Yeah, we looked like total fools (perhaps me more so in my disheveled white shirt and tie), but plenty of other people at the restaurant did too.  And I’ll gladly endure a little bit of embarrassment in exchange for over $20 worth of free food.  It really helped take the edge off of a pretty lousy afternoon.

Postscript: On Saturday our mechanic informed us that one of the engine pistons had completely melted(!), necessitating a replacement of the entire engine.  We expect to receive a quote for the work on Monday, at which time we’ll decide whether to go through with it or kiss our devoted little Tercel goodbye.

Mmm, those waffle fries and fresh-squeezed lemonade sure were good, though.

2 Responses to “Bovine wanna-bes”

  1. Those pictures are priceless. I never cease to be amazing by Cassia’s creativity–or how nice her projects seem to turn out. And how blessed are you! The first thing I thought of when I read about the Tercel’s demise was how glad I was that you guys had already purchased another car.

  2. I can’t take much credit for the “outfits”–Chick-Fil-A had a website that gave a number of ideas, including a link to the “crown” to be printed out. All I had to do was find whitish clothes for everyone, cut out black spots from construction paper, and use tape to finish it all up. :) I kind of felt like I was cheating. :)

    And yes, the timing of the engine failure was both highly ironic and highly miraculous. And I thought the sudden “we need to get a new car NOW” feeling came because Annie was arriving (and wouldn’t have been too happy to squish between the car seats–if that would even be possible). Until recently, we’d planned on waiting until September. We’re so glad to have a running car right now! Now to decide what to do about the Tercel…

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