Ode to the Ashtray
During our running around yesterday, Denise asked the question, “Where are the firefighters”? We left the house expecting to see those very familiar boots at every street corner and firefighters walking through every intersection collecting money for Jerry’s Kids. But none were in sight…not even in front of the fire station.
As we came home from church today though, all of those that were no where to be found yesterday were seemingly at every intersection, causing me to scramble quickly with that habitual move to yank the ashtray out of the car and dump it in the first boot that we came to.Â
After 220,000 miles and 8 annual yankings, the ash tray suffered irreparable damage today:
In my mad scrambling to match ashtray to the first boot we came to, I yanked so hard that I ripped it off of it’s guide wires and now it won’t fit snuggly back in like it did before.
Although I feel bad for having gravely injured my ashtray (though notice it actually says “not an ashtray” making it really a coin holder in the car), I can’t imagine a better cause to suffer that injury for!
Anything for Jerry’s kids!