sucker indeed

get back in the car after taking the pictures of the ducks. put my emergency brake down and pull onto the road; but it feels like the brake hasn't released. look at it to make sure i put it down, yup. fuck. fuck. fuck. i pull into a parking lot. think about it - hmm... better be the emergency brake and not my front brakes that i just got "fixed." give glenn a call (my sister's soon-to-be hubby / my car guy); ask him what i should do. tells me to try to spray the lines with some wd-40; hopefully that'll loosen em up. i don't have wd-40. shit. so it's about 8pm. i don't want to be working on my car in the dark in alexandria, mn. start running down main st. to try to find an auto parts store. oh look, the scandinavian gift shop-fuck you!! find an a/c repair guy loading his van. run up and ask him where a napa or the like might be; says it's up the road 6 more blocks. shit. start running faster. then think - that guy probably had some wd-40. too late. i see an auto shop still open on the other side of the road. cross thru oncoming traffic. the mechanic has a car lifted and is inspecting it. i try to tell him while gasping for air, "i'm from... out of town... and i think... my... emergency brake... got stuck and won't release..." he shows me, on the car he's got lifted, these 2 brake lines i just need to pull on to release the brake. but then he offers to go with me and help me out. awesome. so, he drives me back to the car; sure enough, he shakes these brake lines - problem gone. woo!!! let's get the fuck out of alexandria, mn.