Hassles. Yes, hassles. And why can’t there be less of them?
Aargh. Stupid real estate agents think I’m behind on my bills, but it’s really just a kink in their computer system. Moral of the story: The System is Perfect but the User is Flawed. Ha, sounds like a good song title…
Went to Garden City shopping centre today. Lost the car. Ended up miles away. I swear that place is like some kind of Harry Potter maze. The exits shift around when you’re not looking, and deposit you in a scary bit of carpark with no shade and people driving around like maniacs intent on making you into a big patty of burger mince with boots on. And why didn’t they think to put in pedestrian paths? Jesus.
Oh, and The Husband broke down the other day. Stopped dead and left me in the middle of the highway, stuck in the slip lane of a busy right hand turn. And I won’t lie to you or conceal the truth - I was pissing myself just a little bit. Didn’t know what to do. Thought someone would either hit me full-on in the back or stop and get out and punch me for sitting in the middle of the road. Luckily, neither happened. Some middle-aged guy with a ute and a length of rope pulled me into the KFC carpark and then the RAC came.
Anyway, you get my point - hassles. Too many. And not nearly enough Margaritas.
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BE THERE, OR YOU WILL BE A SQUARE.
Also: hey, wow, that sucks about your vehicle.
Comment by boofuls — Thursday December 14 2006 @ 8:30 pm
Cool! Everyone should go to this.
Comment by Mark — Friday December 15 2006 @ 3:09 pm
The Husband? I know people name their cars and stuff, but this is something else. I bet it’s something really obvious too. ?
Comment by Mish — Friday December 15 2006 @ 9:00 pm
Sorry to hear about your car breaking down. I’ve had my fair share of interesting moments along side busy roads with a derelict vehicle.
My car’s called the Silver Dog. Thankfully, unlike some of my previous cars, it’s been pretty good to me.
Comment by winter — Saturday December 16 2006 @ 2:02 pm
Mish - The Husband, my c. 1985 Gemini, is named after the guy who married a girl I had a crush on. The name suits the car: it’s kind of evil and scary but in the long run I need to learn how to get along with it.
Winter - Silver Dog? Good name. I think the idea with cars is not to pay a few hudred dollars for them and then expect to get where you’re going - which is the case with The Husband. You deserve a good one after a run of bad ones anyhow.
Comment by Mark — Saturday December 16 2006 @ 3:57 pm