Last week was our anniversary and my husband surprised me by making reservations at our favorite restaurant.
We were going into the city, and that in itself made me happy since my husband hated driving into the city.
We were only ten minutes out when the air conditioning quit working. It was almost 7PM, but the temperature was still in the eighties. The humidity was so high that opening the windows would be just as hot as without the windows. I also didn’t want to mess my hair with the windows being open. My husband tried running the fan, and it helped a bit, but not much. The city was still an hour away, and our car was getting worse. Then my husband noticed that the heat gauge was lighting up. The idiot light was there for a purpose and we knew we had a problem. We stopped at the closest repair center and told them about the air conditioning and the heat gauge. He told us we needed a new air conditioning unit, but we also had a problem with the radiator. It was going to take him a couple hours to repair the AC and radiator. I knew we weren’t going to make it to the restaurant, and my husband felt bad. I looked outside and I saw a small restaurant. We walked over to the restaurant, and it had amazing air conditioning, which was a plus. I couldn’t believe a diner could have such delectable food. We didn’t make it to our restaurant, but we found a new favorite restaurant for our list, and it was not in the city.