You are not going to believe this crap.
So I get super excited about my first Saturday off since May and we plan to head out of town to some new flea markets and junk shops. Our idea of fun - work with it.
We get 13 miles east of town - to the first real town on the way - and as we turn north, the power steering goes out and we coast into the parking lot of an auto parts store.
Just the day before we had picked up the car from the garage where we had a crank-case seal replaced. A bummer, but (expensive) problem solved. Except that they apparently faltered a little on putting it back together. Ahem. Christian called the garage and got lucky that the owner was in. He said he'd send a tow truck and it would be there in 30 minutes. Only it wasn't.
Here is how I spent my day off.
Bracing for a 30-minute wait.
The view from the car.
Oh, the irony.
45 minutes and counting.
Thank god for car nuts.
...and XM radio.
Christian buys 15 minutes worth of entertainment.
This stuff cleans everything.
Wow. It's brighter in here already.
The original 1998 window sticker. You can find neat things when you're stuck for over an hour and counting.
We shouldn't have stopped in bat country.
12:00 alreay?! I LOVE This American Life.
More for something to do than any great desire for corn syrup, I walk to McDonalds. This might be the first time in 15 years I've been to a McDonalds.
Eventually, when the day is totally blown, the truck comes.
View of the shop where the car is...again.... as seen from my walk home.
I can see my house from here!
Now, to be fair, Larry was very apologetic about the car. He paid for the tow and fixed it correctly. But still and all. One Saturday off a year. Larry, my friend. You are no longer my friend, my friend.
Hmmm. Where to Start?
3 months ago