Here's my first Slice:
That the clutch gave out and the car started popping, grinding and emitting a burnt rubber smell, when I was actually behind Canadian Tire, only a one minute walk away from the front door.
That I had stopped the car at the top of the hill so I could put it in neutral, push it and roll my standard car the whole 400 metres to the front of Canadian Tire, instead of calling the number of the tow-truck given to me.
That I only live three blocks from my school, so I can walk and don’t need a rental car.
That there are a number of mechanics in the area and we don’t have to use the same one that fixed the clutch twice over the last few months.
Thankful for the small miracles . . .