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Thanks For Mutton

Have I mentioned what a shitty year this has been? No? Well, it has been a shitty shitty year.
I can't even begin to describe all the crap that has happened to me and most of it is so severely personal that I won't even mention it here but I was hoping that getting this new job would be the beginning of some good things. No, fate isn't quite done with me.
My sisters and I planned a fun day of lunching, shopping and coffee on Saturday to celebrate our sister Dana's birthday. I got into my car that morning, turned the key and....nothing. Dead. My car was dead.
For some reason, I wasn't even surprised. After all the bullshit I just figured, why not?
I called my sister to come get me and I put it out of my mind for the rest of the day.

On Monday, my dad came to pull my car to the mechanic. I had never been behind the wheel of a car that was being pulled, I was a little nervous. After a couple of blocks I thought, "Wow, this isn't so bad." About two seconds later, at a VERY busy intersection, my dad pulls away from the stop sign and the cable goes with him, leaving me sitting at the stop sign, stranded...fucked.
I waved the cars around me to go on and checked my rear view mirror. There was some SUV pulling up behind me so I waved for them to go around me. Instead, they pulled up even closer to my bumper, so I waved them around even more vigorously. The driver opened the door and stuck her head out and it was my sister Dana! "Do you need some help??" she asked, laughing.
She told me she was going to push me with her Explorer through the intersection into the parking lot of a convenience store. Meanwhile, I see my dad trying to turn around to come back and get me.
Dana bumps my car and I start to slowly coast through the intersection while cars are piling up at the other stop signs. I glanced at a car that was stopped in an oncoming lane and I was shocked to realize it was my other sister, Doris!
At that moment, Dana's license plate holder broke off on one side and my car just wasn't going anywhere, so she pulled around and into the parking lot along with Doris and they got out and the three of us pushed my car into the parking lot behind my dad's waiting truck.
He connected the cable back under my car and we hauled my car safely to the garage, while I white-knuckled the steering wheel.
It wasn't until after we left the car that I realized how unbelievable it was that two of my sisters just happened to be at the same exact intersection as we were just when I needed them most.
So, apparently, some higher being was watching out for me because that was more than just a coincidence, don't you think?
Of course, I'd rather a higher being watch out for me by letting me win the lottery.