My bestest friend in the whole world is in town this week. Today, we’re supposed to go to the Art Institute. I have looked forward to this immensely, because I have been to zero museums or galleries since I moved here, which means I, though pursuing a humanities doctorate, am even less culturally aware than I was in Little Rock.

So I ready myself and warm up the car. The very same car that I paid a total of $300 to get back from the service place yesterday, a car that I have only driven home and parked since then. This car will now not shift out of park. At. all. Not one little bit. And, ironically, the Kia guys worked on the console around the shift column yesterday.

I am beyond redheaded angry. I am sitting very still, very quietly, and that is never ever good for anyone involved, including me. Further bulletins as events warrant.