I came out of work tonite to find some nice person had brushed off the foot of snow that had accumulated on my car during my 9 hour shift. How nice! I was smiling thinking about the time I had put change in someone's expired parking meter. I go to start the car:
"Ah guh guh guh guh......" it says.
I try again. Same thing.
Piece.Of.Shit.Won't.Start.
So there I sit, in the cold car, on the day that of course I decide not to wear my winter coat. I mean, why would I? I was just going to be running from the car into work and from the car into the house. Bah. So, I give in and call my dad.
"What did the mechanic say when you called him about this problem?" he asks...(it's happened 4 times)....him knowing FULL WELL I hadn't called the mechanic. Sorry. Can't afford the $500 assessment. Prick. So, he's on his way to get me/help me. And he wont be happy. I interrupted his treadmill workout. Fatass.
I wish I lived close enough to bike everywhere. *sigh*