Perhaps some apophenia here +1.
I’ve been blighted not thrice, but quadruple.
The Deer Slayer truck is in the shop with a 17k repair bill. So my wife and I carpool to the beach for the weekend, coming back tonight and her newish Audi truck breaks down. Like full shut down. Pulled off on the side of a highway, an exit about 12 miles from the Orlando house, pitch black country road. Roll to an apartment complex at like 10 mph. Car dies. Now mind you, we have two big dogs in the truck, full luggage, and food. Call Uber Black and beg admission with pets. Dude rolls up in a Dodge Caravan, Alfert has clearly hit rock bottom. Load up and we are rolling home, the big golden, Ranger, even licks the Uber driver, I kid you not. He got a big tip. And lick.
Get home at 8:30 or so, happy as a clam. Walk into a sweltering house. The A/C is broke. Dead broke. And it’s 80 and balmy outside. Since the extent of my mechanical skills is flipping all the switches in the breaker box, I do that, but alas, no A/C.
And the fridge was not working either. All food hot, spoiled. We have no food, no A/C, no car. And it’s too hot for red wine or whisky.
Bacchus graced us with a functioning wine fridge. Break out a young but tasty 2020 Domaine Louis Michel Chablis 1er Cru Butteaux. Tonight this wine is 100 points. No note necessary.
But for the Burg, I’ve hit rock bottom. Shirtless, slight gut from the Boy’s weekend in Highland hanging over my linen shorts, sweating a bit, eating crackers, and my beloved Dove bars are all melted. The bottle will be finished shortly . . . .
100 points on the Burg.