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Sep. 15th, 2002 07:10 pmApparently it is part of my personal Sacred LiveJournal Covenant that I share every time I have any kind of car-related incident. If I had to do a cast of characters for this LJ, the two main ones would be:
Jess: Accident prone temporary employee waiting for JC Chasez to whisk her away,
and
The Electric Lady: Her dumbass electric blue station wagon.
So! Today I was trying to build up some good karma, doing my best to earn my keep here at the family homestead. I went grocery shopping, did laundry, brought the parents snacks while they watched the football game, etc etc. Just as I was going to turn in my Decent Person card and go upstairs and be slothful and watch the Dead Zone marathon on USA (I love that show, like, SO MUCH), the phone rang.
Me: Hello?
Grandpa: Jessica!
Me: Yes, hi Grandpa, how are you?
Grandpa: I'm good, very good. We missed you today at mass. (Guilt Missile One launched, direct hit) It was great fun.
Me: Yes, I know, I'm sorry about that.
Grandpa: And then afterwards baby Justin [for those of you playing along at home, my Aunt Barbara's step-grandson] was at the house.
Me: Oh, that's great.
Grandpa: Yes, he's just wonderful. So docile and smiling. Babies are just so wonderful. (Stealth Time To Reproduce Missile launched, destroyed by Are You Insane? I'm only Twenty-Two, I've Got At Least Ten Years Until You Can Legitimately Harass Me About Mating counterstrike.)
Me: Oh, he is a wonderful baby.
Grandpa: Yes, yes he is. Now dear, I seem to have misplaced my newspaper. Would you know where I could get one? (Stealth Guilt Missile Two launched, aided by weather conditions [driving rain], direct hit)
Me: How's about I get you one? I'll be there in ten minutes.
Grandpa: Oh, dear, thank you so much.
And then I hopped in The Electric Lady and drove through this massive rainstorm, positive I was going to meet my maker before I could even get to the Hess station to buy the paper. But I made it! I went in, bought the paper, got back into my little car and got ready to go, put the key in the ignition and -- you guessed it -- NOTHING HAPPENED.
I sat there for like fifteen minutes, trying every three minutes to get it to start with no luck, and then had to go stand in the rain and use the pay phone to call my mother to come get me. She rescued me, we brought the paper to my grandfather, and then called Triple A and got the effing thing jumped and really, I am grateful it wasn't anything more serious than needing a new battery, but still. I got all wet! My tape ran out and I missed the one episode of The Dead Zone I was most looking forward to seeing! And, you know, I got all wet! I hate being all wet! Grr!
Oh, I know, really, I SUFFER SO. It's not a big deal at all but, you know, Sacred LJ Covenant! Must share the car story! And now I'm off to go turn off the car after leaving it running as the Triple A Dude instructed me. Here's hoping it starts tomorrow.
Stupid car!
Jess: Accident prone temporary employee waiting for JC Chasez to whisk her away,
and
The Electric Lady: Her dumbass electric blue station wagon.
So! Today I was trying to build up some good karma, doing my best to earn my keep here at the family homestead. I went grocery shopping, did laundry, brought the parents snacks while they watched the football game, etc etc. Just as I was going to turn in my Decent Person card and go upstairs and be slothful and watch the Dead Zone marathon on USA (I love that show, like, SO MUCH), the phone rang.
Me: Hello?
Grandpa: Jessica!
Me: Yes, hi Grandpa, how are you?
Grandpa: I'm good, very good. We missed you today at mass. (Guilt Missile One launched, direct hit) It was great fun.
Me: Yes, I know, I'm sorry about that.
Grandpa: And then afterwards baby Justin [for those of you playing along at home, my Aunt Barbara's step-grandson] was at the house.
Me: Oh, that's great.
Grandpa: Yes, he's just wonderful. So docile and smiling. Babies are just so wonderful. (Stealth Time To Reproduce Missile launched, destroyed by Are You Insane? I'm only Twenty-Two, I've Got At Least Ten Years Until You Can Legitimately Harass Me About Mating counterstrike.)
Me: Oh, he is a wonderful baby.
Grandpa: Yes, yes he is. Now dear, I seem to have misplaced my newspaper. Would you know where I could get one? (Stealth Guilt Missile Two launched, aided by weather conditions [driving rain], direct hit)
Me: How's about I get you one? I'll be there in ten minutes.
Grandpa: Oh, dear, thank you so much.
And then I hopped in The Electric Lady and drove through this massive rainstorm, positive I was going to meet my maker before I could even get to the Hess station to buy the paper. But I made it! I went in, bought the paper, got back into my little car and got ready to go, put the key in the ignition and -- you guessed it -- NOTHING HAPPENED.
I sat there for like fifteen minutes, trying every three minutes to get it to start with no luck, and then had to go stand in the rain and use the pay phone to call my mother to come get me. She rescued me, we brought the paper to my grandfather, and then called Triple A and got the effing thing jumped and really, I am grateful it wasn't anything more serious than needing a new battery, but still. I got all wet! My tape ran out and I missed the one episode of The Dead Zone I was most looking forward to seeing! And, you know, I got all wet! I hate being all wet! Grr!
Oh, I know, really, I SUFFER SO. It's not a big deal at all but, you know, Sacred LJ Covenant! Must share the car story! And now I'm off to go turn off the car after leaving it running as the Triple A Dude instructed me. Here's hoping it starts tomorrow.
Stupid car!
