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Car go boom
Aug. 3rd, 2002 01:13 amOn the way home from work, I started hearing some unpleasant whirring and grinding noises from my car. "Hmmm," said I. "That doesn't sound good. I hope I can at least get off the four-lane highway before I have to pull over. If I could get home, that would be great. Please please please..."
Soon after, I noticed several things:
1. The air conditioning was getting suspiciously not cool.
2. I was flooring it just to get to 60.
3. Oh SHIT the engine just cut out pull over pull over pull over...
So I got to sit on the side of the highway and call my mother and AAA (in that order) as my car let loose a shitload of steam and dripped green schna. They're thinking it might be something with the radiator. The whole experience was surpisingly painless, especially compared to the three-hour towtruck saga that I went through about a year and a half ago. Ugh, now THAT was something to write about.
After work, I got to see all the high school band kids do their parents' show thing at the end of band camp. Sniff. They're all growing up so fast! And then I came home and felt like a slacker for not working on slutfic. Even though I wrote a page at work. Because only at-home writing counts. Yes, I am deeply disturbed.
Soon after, I noticed several things:
1. The air conditioning was getting suspiciously not cool.
2. I was flooring it just to get to 60.
3. Oh SHIT the engine just cut out pull over pull over pull over...
So I got to sit on the side of the highway and call my mother and AAA (in that order) as my car let loose a shitload of steam and dripped green schna. They're thinking it might be something with the radiator. The whole experience was surpisingly painless, especially compared to the three-hour towtruck saga that I went through about a year and a half ago. Ugh, now THAT was something to write about.
After work, I got to see all the high school band kids do their parents' show thing at the end of band camp. Sniff. They're all growing up so fast! And then I came home and felt like a slacker for not working on slutfic. Even though I wrote a page at work. Because only at-home writing counts. Yes, I am deeply disturbed.
