Yup, thats the sound of me just pissing money away. Of course, you would think that after a near violent encounter last nite things would start going on the up and up, NOPE! Today, and of course its the beginning of the week, I had a meeting scheduled for 1pm. Things were going good, I was on my way to getting some work done, and then working up some excitement to head to this meeting, and to see my desk over at my new office. So i grab all my crapo-la, and head out the door.
Now here is the situation, currently at the CSC building, parking is only assigned to associates that do most of their work there, but in my case, I will be actually working over at Pratt and Whitney, so, because things never really go your way, I am plagued by having to park down the street, and walking about 3-5 minutes in nice hot temperatures to the front door of the office. So, on my way I go towards my parking spot, at 1pm, in 100 degree weather
Its so damn hot, I cant wait to get in the car, run the AC and drive to Pratt
Dont worry, I am not going to tell you my car was stolen (of course I wouldn’t put it past myself), but, at first glance, everything was fine and dandy. I get in the car, turn it on, and immediatly get out because of how hot it was on the inside. The AC blasting did justice after a while, and expelled all the hot air, so finally, i was all nice and snug in the car, getting an ice cold blast of air into my face.
BROOM BRROOMMMM, plop plop plop plop HARDSTEERTOTHERIGHT
Oh boy, this chain of events was all too familiar, even though my last encounter was back in 2004….I had a flat tire. Grrrreeaaaaaattttt. I start poking at the tire, thinking some ignorant asshold could possibly have just let the air out, which cmon, I’m in hartford, it could happen. But nope, to my demise, i find a cute, shiny screw, flush against the tire. Now at first, you are filled with rage that you dont really know who to get mad at. So i stand up, flip off the tire, flip off the car, and then flip off the road….im sure one of those is at fault.
So of course, time to walk back from the parking lot, call the person I was meeting with, and cancel. Luckily the GF wasn’t working at the time, so she gladly came to pick me up, and off I went back down the street to change my tire. I have AAA, but lets face it, they would have taken about an hour to get there, made me stand there while they put on a spare, and then drove away, been there, done that, no thanks. So I start jacking up the car
You son of a ***** I hate you you piece of ***** You’re lucky i dont $@#(&*$@&(@
Swearing because the rim seemed to be glued on the damn axel, I stood up, gave it a nice hard boot, and off it fell. On goes that stupid looking donut, with markings printed all over it “DO NOT DRIVE FASTER THAN 40 MPH”. It looks as if my car was plagued with cancer, 3 normal wheels and one shriveled up piece of garbage.
Eventually, I had to pay a cute sum of $802.00. Ah yes, not only did I have to change 1 tire, but all 4. Why? Because these days, even when you take great care of your car, there are still some things that come jack you in the ass. Turns out that the tires were wearing out their age (mind you the car is 6 yrs old, with only 23k miles on it, do the math, thats only about 4k miles a year, some people rank up 15k miles a year on average).
So yea, $802 out the window it goes, if anyone is around, and grabs some of it, please, feel free to walk it down to the bowels of hell where I will be sitting and waiting.
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