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Maybe they'll send Tony Danza... Yeah, right.
So I got up extra early this morning to deal with the Jeep. Buffy and I walked the one mile to the shopping center for every meal over the weekend, totalling up six miles walked. I'm so glad it was sunny and not raining this weekend. We even bought a big-ole-bag of bird seed that Buffy was SO SURE she could get home, but then whined the whole way, carrying the bag on her head part of the way, heee. But she did get it home and the little birdies were fed.
Okay, so anyway, I got up at 5am. This is so I can either:
1. Go out to the car 1/2 hour early and try to start it up, see that it won't work, come back in the house and call a taxi to take me to work.
2. Go out to the car, decide it just might make it to work, get stranded halfway there and then call a taxi to take me to work.
Girls and boys, if you know me at all you know I'll be driving that sucker until it breathes it's last breath.
Then I have to hope the car shop on the corner of work will be open today. Then I walk over at 9am when it opens, tell them to get a tow truck over to the Jeep and fix it pronto, and bitch slap Henry the car man who I already brought the Jeep into three weeks ago and TOLD HIM something was wrong with it and he told me there was NOTHING wrong with it and to come pick it up.
Bastard.
I knew this was his plan, to force me to keep driving it until it completely broke. There I was, for the first time ever in my life, taking the car in at the first sign of something wrong so that it could be fixed before it turned into something major, and Henry just blew that plan all to bits. Now the Jeep engine is almost blown all to bits. Damn Henry!
Okay, rant over. I must get ready so I can be on my way.
Posted by Pischina at January 17, 2005 5:47 AM
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