Very quiet here in the hood. Hiyah was hanging out on Montgomery Street in front of David's Crabs. Trying to stay out of the limelight.
Rachel's car on the other hand.... She called me after 4 PM. The beast wouldn't start. I picked her up and took Jill home to Wilmington Island. Then, we came back and the beast started. Rachel didn't make it home. The beast died on Victory Drive. Right in front of a gas station. I drove over to her car, put a gallon of gas in it. It started up. Then she tried to make a u-turn to get back to the gas station, and ... you guessed it. It died again. After 15 minutes or so, it started again. She got into the station and put $11 in gas in the tank. Then... Oh hell NO. It wouldn't start AGAIN. A nice man said he was a mechanic in the military. He looked at a couple of things. Then he leaned under the car, asking Rachel to bump the ignition a couple of times. He got up and said, the fuel pump is not pumping. So..now it will have to be towed.
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