Louise is in an RV mechanics chat room right now diagnosing why the front floorboards are 437 degrees.
She just asked for my PayPal password.
She is reading responses from Pearl, Gene and Tito.
She is flipping through the RV manual and saying words I don’t understand like, “alternator” and “inverter.”
She’s talking to Pearl in this strange new lingo and I’m kind of scared she’s going to start macrame-ing seat covers with her in a minute.
She’s lol-ing and just changed her Bitmoji to a mechanics outfit.
She logged into my PayPal account again.
She’s checking gauges and reporting the situation back to Gene who is funneling the questions back to some machinists forum.
She’s scarily good at this.
If she wasn’t a vegetarian, I could swear she just snapped into a Slim Jim.
Her accent just got thicker. Even typing.
She switched the radio to AM Auto Talk.
It’s been 103 miles and apparently we are in no danger.
She needs the PayPal password for the final solution, though.
Tito says to invest in a good shag rug for her feet.
Which I kind of think she wanted all along anyway.
The road can change you.
That’s what Lou now says, anyway.