Searching for Chris Christy.
Well, as I approach my 10th hour stuck, we have clearly moved into a new day. Oh wait, I haven’t moved anywhere. Water, water, everywhere and not a drop to drink or figure out renal excretion. I’ve taken up residence on the Cross Bronx Expressway and am becoming quite cross. Coincidentally, I’ve had my legs crossed for @ least 9 hours before giving in. I started taking stock of things in my car @ around 11p. I McGyvered a toilet in my back seat by emptying a tissue box into an old purse and crawled into the back seat to cop a squat in my VW Pissat. Fortunately, I had Clorox wipes and Febreeze to make the experience feel like home sweet homeless. I panicked for the 1st time yesterday around 11:15p, when I couldn’t get my window back up for about 20 minutes. While I was warm and could have brought in my new jammies or work out pants that I left in the trunk from my last trip to Costco, I still envisioned that I would get sucked out the window a la the old Airport movie. Dinner rations came down to a linty star mint (circa 2009) retrieved from the cup holder. I will never malign that pedestrian candy again. Watch out smartees, I’m coming for you. I’ve now been in the Bronx so long that I’m now K2-Karen from the block. Sadly, it’s an overheated engine block.
For all the friends and AZ peeps checking in on me, thanks for keeping me alert and distracted. I think that when I get home, I will not leave the house for a long time. I will post on here when I get home, so everyone knows I’m home, dry, and fed. Happy driving to all and to all a good night!
Rubber Chicken 