That's a lovely dress, Suzi!
We want the play-by-play, P-C. This good deed will not go undocumented.
So demanding!
I went to Cactus and picked up a chicken burrito and a big chocolate chip cookie, and then I drove to the train station to wait. I got there around 9:30, but it was good that I was early because very soon, I heard a train whistle and at 9:37, I got a call from Hec.
I switched to the A's game and rolled down the windows. I pulled up to the station entrance and popped the trunk. He gave me a hug and thanked me. "This is all that's left of my car!" he said as he picked up Matilda's carseat and tried to finagle it over the cargo net and into the trunk. I pulled the net back and moved the carseat out of the way as he put his luggage in the trunk. And that was all that was left of the car.
I got in and closed the windows but had forgotten to unlock the door, so Hec waited for me to let him in. On his seat he found some goodies. 30 Rock S2 DVDs. A CD of five tracks from the Avatar: The Last Airbender finale that I picked up at WonderCon. And a chicken burrito. I should note that at no time did Hec burst into tears.
"Ooh, this is like Space Mountain," he said of my modern-age car.
As we drove off, he noticed what was playing on the radio and excitedly began asking me who was winning. I had no blooming idea.
"When did you start following the A's?" he asked.
"I didn't; I put it on for you."
"That was nice of you."
"It was [javachik]'s suggestion." So most of the ride alternated between the lamentation over the situation and yelling at the A's for sucking. Four errors! Come on! This is the team that's supposed to be good at defense! Or something. Then the Mariners scored a touchdown or whatever.
We passed the bus on the bridge. Hec had planned to take the shuttle across and then walk to the bus station and take Muni, all while dragging what was left of the car with him. He much preferred Space Mountain. (Caprica to everyone else.)
Near the end of the Fell Expressway, he appeared to give up all hope for the A's and gave me permission to put on some indie pop or whatever, so I switched to Smellerbee, and the wistful sounds of Ra Ra Riot and Stars brought us home, where I illegally parked and put my hazards on. With no traffic, we had made it there in about twenty minutes or so, much better than the hour-plus that had been estimated.
I carried the goodies and the heavy luggage up while Hec handled the carseat. That is, after Hec unlocked the gate. He couldn't find the key because the car key was off the chain and it's what he used to know the relative position of all the other keys. Once we got that sorted out, we went upstairs, and Hec announced his entrance, and there was much rejoicing. Matilda was full of energy, and there were hugs and kisses.
And then JZ asked if Matilda wanted to show us her bunny.
"BUNNY!" she exclaimed and ran around the bed and jumped on the bed and showed us her stuffed bunny. Which she threw into the air. "BUNNY!" Again. "BUNNY!" And again. "BUNNY!" She never got tired of flipping that thing in the air. "BUNNY!" And then she started throwing it to us. "BUNNY!" And we threw it back. "BUNNY!" And then somehow nouns became involved. "BUNNY SPOON!" "BUNNY BED!" "BUNNY FORK!" "BUNNY KNIFE"! This went on for like ten minutes, I swear. I even made the bunny talk in cat-voice from my play.
Finally, though, there was no more bunny-throwing, and there were hugs and thanks.