My jeep has been acting up lately.
Usually it's just something that I don't hear in my running around that the first time my husband hears it he has a cardiac that I let something audible go on for very long without finding out what it was..... (that 'if a tree falls in the forest...' thing?) UH, hello? I'm deaf.
A couple weeks ago my jeep quit while I ran errands and I could not get it to start again. I couldn't even hear it well enough to describe the noises, or lack-thereof, to the hubs, and our 8 year old was no help; "Mom, it made a kkkkkkk-chhhhhh noise." (sigh) I called the hubs, who 15 minutes later showed up....but 30 seconds before he did- the jeep started. Go figure.
So....if I have multiple errands to run I tend to go into town and find the truck, swap it out for my jeep, and then swap again before I go home. This covers my fanny should the jeep act up while I'm running errands with multiple start/stops- as often hubs is not where he can either take a call to try to talk me through it, or hear what is going on, or drop things and come get me.
It reminds me of Steve Martin's line:
Yesterday, I spent over half my day, laying on my back, with my pants off, while various doctors and techs poked and prodded my girly attributes....
Today I'm a WEE BIT SENSITIVE ABOUT ANYTHING POKING AROUND MY BUTT.
Even the butt of my truck.
I'm just plain ole' irritated about anything invading my personal space as I was poked, prodded, tickled, tweaked and pushed at yesterday....enough.
I did a little investigating I picked up from my cousin, Ted, and made an inventory of what was in the vehicle:
Opened UPS package on the passenger seat...
Then....there were these pink trendy-girl-with-teensy-thighs-and-no-real-responsiblities-sunglasses sitting next to the shifter.
This has something to do with just laying there being poked and prodded all day yesterday, and it has a LOT to do with my wanting to get my errands done so I could go HOME and have hot chocolate and not DO anything else today.
I hopped back in my jeep, and went the few blocks to hubs' office and had him get on the trusty police radio....and report it. Nevermind there was already one ticket on there....
(for parking within 15' of a fire hydrant)
....and never mind if I wiggled a bit I could get out (it was about 3-4 back/forth to do it though!)
I. was. just. mad.
So...little-miss-pink-sunglasses-and-cash-out-in-plain-view-and-doesn't-know-how-to-park-to-save-her "RDBIKER" fanny....you can "Share the Road"...but not my parking space.
I hope you enjoyed the 3 tickets you got for your lack of parking etiquette...and I hope you subsequently got TOWED.
Usually it's just something that I don't hear in my running around that the first time my husband hears it he has a cardiac that I let something audible go on for very long without finding out what it was..... (that 'if a tree falls in the forest...' thing?) UH, hello? I'm deaf.
A couple weeks ago my jeep quit while I ran errands and I could not get it to start again. I couldn't even hear it well enough to describe the noises, or lack-thereof, to the hubs, and our 8 year old was no help; "Mom, it made a kkkkkkk-chhhhhh noise." (sigh) I called the hubs, who 15 minutes later showed up....but 30 seconds before he did- the jeep started. Go figure.
So....if I have multiple errands to run I tend to go into town and find the truck, swap it out for my jeep, and then swap again before I go home. This covers my fanny should the jeep act up while I'm running errands with multiple start/stops- as often hubs is not where he can either take a call to try to talk me through it, or hear what is going on, or drop things and come get me.
Today, I went and found the truck, like this:
It reminds me of Steve Martin's line:
"Uhm, EXCUUUUUUUUUSE me?
Do. I. Know. You?!"
Do. I. Know. You?!"
Today I'm a WEE BIT SENSITIVE ABOUT ANYTHING POKING AROUND MY BUTT.
Even the butt of my truck.
I'm just plain ole' irritated about anything invading my personal space as I was poked, prodded, tickled, tweaked and pushed at yesterday....enough.
So I pulled up, and got my stuff out of the truck, and then walked around the whole situation throwing out a few choice 'adverbs' for good measure.....and wondered where the inconsiderate BOOB who parked here, was.
I did a little investigating I picked up from my cousin, Ted, and made an inventory of what was in the vehicle:
Opened UPS package on the passenger seat...
cup holder with checks and CASH (oh, so we ARE stupid?!?) in it, as well as a few girly things, and a little gold Christmas decoration/bell/ball on the rear view mirror.
Then....there were these pink trendy-girl-with-teensy-thighs-and-no-real-responsiblities-sunglasses sitting next to the shifter.
RRRROOOWWRRRR.
GRRRRRRR.
My blood boiled.
Oh, and this has nothing to do with my period being due in 5 days.
This has something to do with just laying there being poked and prodded all day yesterday, and it has a LOT to do with my wanting to get my errands done so I could go HOME and have hot chocolate and not DO anything else today.
Little Miss Pink Sunglasses parked her little psudo-SUV where her front lic plate was TOUCHING MY TRUCK. (seething, rumbling, demonic thunder noises being heard over on the E side of third....)
I hopped back in my jeep, and went the few blocks to hubs' office and had him get on the trusty police radio....and report it. Nevermind there was already one ticket on there....
(for parking within 15' of a fire hydrant)
....and never mind if I wiggled a bit I could get out (it was about 3-4 back/forth to do it though!)
I. was. just. mad.
I hope you enjoyed the 3 tickets you got for your lack of parking etiquette...and I hope you subsequently got TOWED.
Please, in the future- keep your tutti-fruity sunglasses out of my butt, thank you.
December 1, 2009 5:05 PM
How could this not-so-smart chic have gotten in that space to begin with!?!?!?! Not without giving you at least a little tap. That. Bimbo.
December 1, 2009 6:16 PM
@Mia ~ She was at the end of the block/curb, next to the intersection so she had nobody behind her...but...she was parked at the end of things- blocking the fire hydrant, and hanging out into the intersection/crosswalk. She was there at LEAST a half an hour...or more. Snot.