So my wife and I are renting rooms to special needs adults and some of the kids stories are just so sad. We have this girl who is moving in with my daughter and she has nothing. Her aid worker retired and she hadn't gotten a new one yet, so she moved in with no bed or dresser. Someone lent her a blow up bed and my wife found a dresser on Facebook Market Place.
So last night we take the old truck to go get a dresser. We turn on Siri and ask for directions. It takes us to this really fancy neighborhood, and I mean really fancy. I tell my wife that this doesn't look right, but she is staring at her phone saying this is where it is sending us. When we come to these large gates we realize that Siri is lost. So we go about 2 miles back and start over. We are now on Sierra College Blvd when my truck makes a loud dinging noise and I see that my water temp is pegged to the right. I look out and see steam coming from under the hood. We have no choice but to head to our destination hoping we can get some water. Ok, Siri seems to have directions better and we pull up to this home looking like we were the Beverly Hillbillies.
Fortunately, the man in the house with the dresser immediately brought us a hose and we got things temporarily taken care of. We dropped off the dresser, loaded up with more water and managed to squeak home, before the engine blew.
By the way I trained my goats to get on this platform I made for them.
