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slipjig3That does it—I am never, ever driving again.
When spring finally hits with a proverbial vengeance and it's 65°F and sunny and gorgeous, inwardly one begins to celebrate many little things, including the luxury of not having to have one's car hauled bodily out of a snowbank, for instance. (One especially celebrates this after a winter that saw at least one 360° power spin off the interstate due to slick driving conditions.) One's celebrations, however, are short-lived when one decides to cap off a nice light lunch by the pond with a pleasant little drive around the park, only to discover that the non-roads have turned into the consistency of instant pudding. Especially when one discovers this fact about 20 feet too late.
Yes, I got Harold the Hoopty Car stuck in the mud. Thank you very much.
But I'm an open-minded individual, and I like to accentuate the positive. So I'll tabulate the good and the bad of the situation:
Good
* Nice weather
* Friendly tow truck guy
* "Quality time" with![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
rafaela
Bad
*rafaela being ridiculously late returning from lunch
* $80 for the winch-out
* The indignity of said $80 winch-out coming after much self-congratulation for going cheap on lunch
* The new Jackson Pollack-meets-novelty wrestling motif on the front of the recently-dry-cleaned trenchcoat ("Okay, I'm pushing, Anna, so step on the gas just a litt—Ack! *pthpthtbhtbh* Stop! Stop! Foot off the gas! Foot off the gas!")
* Loss of faith in humanity when the only people around to ask for help in pushing were four high school kids playing basketball, who refused to help because they (and I quote) "didn't want to mess up their $125 shoes."
Okay, so, yeah, sodomize the positive outlook. The whole thing blew farm animals.
And tomorrow is our vehicle inspection. Oh, skippy-doo. I'm hoping that if I cringe enough now, I won't have to when we get the bad news.
When spring finally hits with a proverbial vengeance and it's 65°F and sunny and gorgeous, inwardly one begins to celebrate many little things, including the luxury of not having to have one's car hauled bodily out of a snowbank, for instance. (One especially celebrates this after a winter that saw at least one 360° power spin off the interstate due to slick driving conditions.) One's celebrations, however, are short-lived when one decides to cap off a nice light lunch by the pond with a pleasant little drive around the park, only to discover that the non-roads have turned into the consistency of instant pudding. Especially when one discovers this fact about 20 feet too late.
Yes, I got Harold the Hoopty Car stuck in the mud. Thank you very much.
But I'm an open-minded individual, and I like to accentuate the positive. So I'll tabulate the good and the bad of the situation:
Good
* Nice weather
* Friendly tow truck guy
* "Quality time" with
rafaelaBad
*
rafaela being ridiculously late returning from lunch* $80 for the winch-out
* The indignity of said $80 winch-out coming after much self-congratulation for going cheap on lunch
* The new Jackson Pollack-meets-novelty wrestling motif on the front of the recently-dry-cleaned trenchcoat ("Okay, I'm pushing, Anna, so step on the gas just a litt—Ack! *pthpthtbhtbh* Stop! Stop! Foot off the gas! Foot off the gas!")
* Loss of faith in humanity when the only people around to ask for help in pushing were four high school kids playing basketball, who refused to help because they (and I quote) "didn't want to mess up their $125 shoes."
Okay, so, yeah, sodomize the positive outlook. The whole thing blew farm animals.
And tomorrow is our vehicle inspection. Oh, skippy-doo. I'm hoping that if I cringe enough now, I won't have to when we get the bad news.
