My Horse has gone Lame

My trusty scooter, which carries me to Sav*Mart and Staples, has gone bloooie.

I went to market, and on the way back, I noted the battery was very low, though recently charged.  I got going slower and slower. At the door of the old folks home, it died.  DEAD.

I had a piece of rope with me, carried for this very eventuality, and a friend towed me to my room.  Actually, I carried the rope because I thought I might have to tow my friend, since she forgets to charge her battery from time to time.  It was ironic, that she towed ME home instead.

The repair service is called, but until then, I am stalled. I am glad this is not the old days.  When your horse went lame, you had to shoot him.