Beulah the Buick… she may be coveted by many a people on my block, but little do they know the secrets behind her bird doo-ed exterior. Like the time a few weeks back when the defroster refused to blow any air, causing me to have to hang my head out the window like a dog in frigid weather. There’s a sight no one wants to see on their birthday… some 300+-pound chic barreling toward them in a frosted over vehicle. Yes, officer… it was like this when I got in. DANGIT, BEULAH! Or like the time this past Tuesday when she refused to start 10 minutes before I was to be at a class clear across town causing me to hyperventilate into a bag of M&Ms… DANGIT, BEULAH! There was the time just this past Saturday where I took her to Autozone for them to test the battery and alternator, where they proclaimed the battery dead on arrival causing me to dig out too much moolah for a new ticker and also windshield wiper replacement blades on account of the fact that whenever I’d use them it would just shmear the snow and ice all over the window and make it worse. Upsell for you Autozone employee! DANGIT, BEULAH!
There was also the time this past Saturday when because we were at Autozone, close to where the new and not-yet-open Dunkin’ Donuts is, we witnessed folks coming out the doors with boxes of donuts. Oh BEULAH, FOR SERIOUS!? So, of course you know we had to go investigate this phenomenon… donuts leaving a closed facility!? How is that possible, Donut Fairies!? Upon entering the facility, we found out that it was indeed closed but there were two employees there handing out boxes of one dozen donuts for dang FREE! DANGIT, BEULAH! And it was the mixed variety too… one of each flavor with SPRINKLES… SPRINKLES! BEULAH!
I may have matured in my geezerly old age in that I was able to control my donut consumption to a couple the past 2 days… which on a scale from pastry puffery to brussel sprout festival is somewhere in the middle. It’s a miracle Beulah and I are still on speaking terms after the whole donut kerfuffle. Maybe next time she could break down next to the cupcake shop. I’m just saying.
This is why Charlie and I have a lot in common!
Some of us are having a hard time recognizing Cache Valley in January this last week. No inversion… blue skies? BEULAH!