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My sisters and I recently had a sister's night out. The original plan was to go to dinner at a nice Italian restuarant followed by the movie "Bride Wars" on opening night, something I normally never do for fear of teenagers and their "too cool for you" attitudes. I'd rather not sit there and try and remember if I ever acted like that.
It was 20 minutes before our reservation for dinner when my older sister called, she was on her way home, to drop off her son, in Churubusco (a small, small town west of Fort Wayne) and she was sitting at a gas station with a flat tire. So, part one of original plan (dinner) - canceled. We were headed up to this gas station now to help her with fix-a-flat. This in and of itself is the epitimy of hilarious. Me, my little sister and my older sister trying to fix a flat tire - ha. We soon realized this could quite possibly take awhile and we weren't going to make it back for the movie, so, part two of original plan - also canceled.
We get up to the gas station and then make it over to an auto parts store. We walk inside where the thought of estrogen to some of these men must be a completely foreign concept, that or we just looked really out of place, what with all of our teeth and all. We are told by the cashier that this store does not "do" tires, I tell my little sister to show some leg and ask if there is someone who could possibly help us as we don't "do" tires either. He decides to come outside to help, I think he just wants us out of the store - maybe we're bad for business, maybe the leg did it for him, I don't know. We end up paying him for his geniorsity and we are on our way to Churubusco to follow her home. We get to her house and head out again to salvage some part of the evening and decide that since it's already 8:00pm (I'm already tired and the evening has just begun) that we'd go ahead and eat at one of the local eateries and then call it a night. Yes, we are lightweights and demand an adequate number of good sleep hours.
We enter the restaurant and begin looking at our menus. I'm impressed with their selection. I was expecting something entirely different from this establishment. I turn to the last page of the menu and see a section marked Specialty - and then I see it, I see exactly what I was expecting....something entirely different:
...and I couldn't stop laughing. I was laughing so hard I was crying and what made it worse; my older sister, between sobs of laughter said she might just have to have this specialty since she paid some random guy to put fix-a-flat in her car since we couldn't do it ourselves.
Although our evening was not at all what we had planned, we had a wonderfully good time, my sister is now the proud owner of a digital tire gauge complete with light and all and no one, I repeat - no one, had to eat fried errr charred bologna.
