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Aug. 4th, 2002 02:16 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
fearlesstempI'm sure you all have been sitting on the edges of your seats, waiting for an update on the saga of my mildly ghetto car. Tonight is your lucky night!
I went up to Monro today to get my inspection done, and also to figure out if the 85 repairs the dealership told me I absolutely had to get were legit since the reason I supposedly needed these repairs was because I couldn't pass inspection without them. And so I went and sat there and had braced myself to shell out like nine hundred bucks when the mechanic came out and was all, "Jessica? Your car is done. That'll be fourteen dollars." And I was all, "Fourteen dollars?!?! The car is ok?? No repairs?" and the guy was all, "No, you're good to go for another year," and I was all, "Really? Everything's ok?" and he was all, "Yes, and it'll be fourteen dollars," and so on and so on until I gathered myself enough to hand over my check card.
Those BASTARDS at the dealership! They were going to ROB me! They were LYING! The BASTARDS! Can you believe it? They were going to make me pay through the nose for repairs I DON'T NEED! The BASTARDS!
The upshot of the whole sitch is that now I want to erect a shrine in Monro Muffler's honor. Because they rock. Last year I had to wait to get my inspection and they fixed something on my car for free because I had to wait. I heart them.
After the dealership, my Big Fun Saturday continued with a trip to my grandfather's to help him make a copy. He knew I was coming and when I got there he was asleep, and so I spent an hour sitting in his kitchen, eating no-sugar-added ice cream (which was better than I expected), and watching the Mets while waiting for him to wake up. I told myself I was being nice and considerate, but really I just wanted to sit in the AC and watch the Mets. After an hour I gave up on letting him sleep and went upstairs to ask him what needed to be photocopied, passing a series of Pro-Life pamphlets along the way which I turned over as I passed. The best ones? "Conceived in Rape: A Story of Hope" and the bookmarks with a dead fetus laid out on the American flag. Very nice.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, if you ever want an ego boost, go help a senior citizen with one of their technological problems. I blew my grandfather away when I pointed out the surge protector in his room and informed him that it needed to be plugged into the wall for the copier, which was plugged into the surge protector, to work. And then I copied the bill he needed and typed up an envelope and he was just so WOW about the whole thing. It was pretty funny. I did end up blowing a fuse but I fixed it (which I know is very simple, but for a ditz like myself it's a major accomplishment). It took two tries, but I fixed it.
I left while Grandpa was mid church lecture ("It's so simple, God gives us so many hours during the week and to give one back to him on Sunday, blah blah blah") and held myself back from saying, "Well, bud, I try to be a good person for God and my fellow man all the week long, not just for an hour on Sunday, and were you aware that you have to get up early for mass? So ridiculous!" but then I realized that my argument was slightly flawed because of the whole Saturday afternoon mass thing and the fact that I spaced and missed my blood donation appointment on Wednesday afternoon so I really haven't been doing much for God or my fellow man as of late.
Anyway, then spent the evening with Anna eating an obscene amount of pasta salad and watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch, another one of those movies I liked but am not sure I fully understood because I can be dumb with these things. I tell myself it's just that I need a couple viewings to really capture the nuances and understand the layered meanings and emotional truths of a film, but really it's more likely that I'm just a bit dumb and need to see things twice to Get Them. Maybe more than twice.
And so went my Saturday. Such an exciting life, isn't it? I wonder what wacky adventures I will have tomorrow! I think I might go to WALMART! Woohoo!
I went up to Monro today to get my inspection done, and also to figure out if the 85 repairs the dealership told me I absolutely had to get were legit since the reason I supposedly needed these repairs was because I couldn't pass inspection without them. And so I went and sat there and had braced myself to shell out like nine hundred bucks when the mechanic came out and was all, "Jessica? Your car is done. That'll be fourteen dollars." And I was all, "Fourteen dollars?!?! The car is ok?? No repairs?" and the guy was all, "No, you're good to go for another year," and I was all, "Really? Everything's ok?" and he was all, "Yes, and it'll be fourteen dollars," and so on and so on until I gathered myself enough to hand over my check card.
Those BASTARDS at the dealership! They were going to ROB me! They were LYING! The BASTARDS! Can you believe it? They were going to make me pay through the nose for repairs I DON'T NEED! The BASTARDS!
The upshot of the whole sitch is that now I want to erect a shrine in Monro Muffler's honor. Because they rock. Last year I had to wait to get my inspection and they fixed something on my car for free because I had to wait. I heart them.
After the dealership, my Big Fun Saturday continued with a trip to my grandfather's to help him make a copy. He knew I was coming and when I got there he was asleep, and so I spent an hour sitting in his kitchen, eating no-sugar-added ice cream (which was better than I expected), and watching the Mets while waiting for him to wake up. I told myself I was being nice and considerate, but really I just wanted to sit in the AC and watch the Mets. After an hour I gave up on letting him sleep and went upstairs to ask him what needed to be photocopied, passing a series of Pro-Life pamphlets along the way which I turned over as I passed. The best ones? "Conceived in Rape: A Story of Hope" and the bookmarks with a dead fetus laid out on the American flag. Very nice.
I've said it before and I'll say it again, if you ever want an ego boost, go help a senior citizen with one of their technological problems. I blew my grandfather away when I pointed out the surge protector in his room and informed him that it needed to be plugged into the wall for the copier, which was plugged into the surge protector, to work. And then I copied the bill he needed and typed up an envelope and he was just so WOW about the whole thing. It was pretty funny. I did end up blowing a fuse but I fixed it (which I know is very simple, but for a ditz like myself it's a major accomplishment). It took two tries, but I fixed it.
I left while Grandpa was mid church lecture ("It's so simple, God gives us so many hours during the week and to give one back to him on Sunday, blah blah blah") and held myself back from saying, "Well, bud, I try to be a good person for God and my fellow man all the week long, not just for an hour on Sunday, and were you aware that you have to get up early for mass? So ridiculous!" but then I realized that my argument was slightly flawed because of the whole Saturday afternoon mass thing and the fact that I spaced and missed my blood donation appointment on Wednesday afternoon so I really haven't been doing much for God or my fellow man as of late.
Anyway, then spent the evening with Anna eating an obscene amount of pasta salad and watching Hedwig and the Angry Inch, another one of those movies I liked but am not sure I fully understood because I can be dumb with these things. I tell myself it's just that I need a couple viewings to really capture the nuances and understand the layered meanings and emotional truths of a film, but really it's more likely that I'm just a bit dumb and need to see things twice to Get Them. Maybe more than twice.
And so went my Saturday. Such an exciting life, isn't it? I wonder what wacky adventures I will have tomorrow! I think I might go to WALMART! Woohoo!
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Date: 2002-08-04 08:43 am (UTC)Also, am very great that you triumphed over the bastages at Lincoln. Now see, if I was you I'd drive down there and do the good old na na na na na, but I'm very immature that way.
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Date: 2002-08-04 09:02 pm (UTC)Driving me batty? Try repeatedly making my day! Dude, I am so grateful to you for saying such nice things. You rock the casbah.
it's still your style that I love and your entry about your grandfather made me sort of smile a little sadly and sigh and feel.
Oh, thank you, Mare. Again, you're the best.
Also, am very great that you triumphed over the bastages at Lincoln. Now see, if I was you I'd drive down there and do the good old na na na na na, but I'm very immature that way.
LOL! You know, I may just do that the next time I'm in the neighborhood. :)