My OperaThe Saga Continues...
Wednesday, April 26, 2006 12:39:52 PM
#1: What are you doing?
Me: I am sitting in my car. I would have thought that was obvious.
#1: But, the car doesn't run
Me: I know that
#1: Then why are you sitting in it?
Me: Just reminiscing about the good old days when I had a car to drive.
#1: You haven't been without a car that long. What's it been? seven days? eight?
Me: It seems like much longer
#1: If you had a car, you probably wouldn't go anywhere.
Me: But you see, the option is gone. Now, I don't have a choice.
#1: So, where do you want to go?
Me: No where. That's not the point.
#1: It is hot in this car.
Me: Well, open the window. There is a little bit of breeze out there
#1: I'm going inside
Me: What? and leave me out here, stranded with no help in sight until your brother gets here on Friday?
#1: Don't be such a drama queen. You're in a parking lot and not stranded on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere.
Me: (watching her retreat to the apartment) Drama Queen? Me? No way! I'm not a drama queen, do you hear me? I'm not! Wretched beast left me out here to suffer alone, after I gave birth to her.
Neighbor with the Barking Jack Russell Terrier: Are you all right?
Me: Yes. My car won't start.
NWTBJRT: What's wrong with it?
Me: I just told you. The car won't start.
NWTBJRT: Well, open her up and let me take a look.
Me: All right!
NWTBJRT: Looks fine in here. Maybe it's the muffler.
Me: You're not a car mechanic, are you?
NWTBJRT: Hell no! I sell kitchen appliances. So, if you need a new stove or refrigerator, let me know.
Me: I will remember that.
NWTBJRT: At least you're in a parking lot and not on a deserted road.
Me: Lucky me!
NWTBJRT: Here's my card if you want an appliance.
Me: My cats hate your dog, by the way!
NWTBJRT: Your cats is why the little bastard barks so much. He can smell them through the walls. See ya!
Me: (going inside) Great! My car still doesn't work, but I know a fabulous appliance salesman. That's the only reason he came over here. He didn't want to help me. He wanted to give me his stupid business card. He wanted to take advantage of me in my hour of need.
#1: Are you going to rant all day?
Me: Probably.
#1: I am going to take my car that works and go to the library.
Me: Oh, good! Can I go? Wait, you were rubbing it in, weren't you? You were reminding me that your car works and mine doesn't.
#1: Do I need to remind you that it isn't your car, anyway? It belongs to #3.
Me: Well, YOU never gave me a car.
#1: That's because I have to listen to you all the time. Payment enough, I believe. And no, you can't go to the library with me.
Me: Why not?
#1: I am meeting an extremely gorgeous man and we are going to have lunch together.
Me: Does Hubby know?
#1: I am meeting Hubby. I'm off. Can I bring you back anything?
Me: Yeah, a good car mechanic.
Me: I am sitting in my car. I would have thought that was obvious.
#1: But, the car doesn't run
Me: I know that
#1: Then why are you sitting in it?
Me: Just reminiscing about the good old days when I had a car to drive.
#1: You haven't been without a car that long. What's it been? seven days? eight?
Me: It seems like much longer
#1: If you had a car, you probably wouldn't go anywhere.
Me: But you see, the option is gone. Now, I don't have a choice.
#1: So, where do you want to go?
Me: No where. That's not the point.
#1: It is hot in this car.
Me: Well, open the window. There is a little bit of breeze out there
#1: I'm going inside
Me: What? and leave me out here, stranded with no help in sight until your brother gets here on Friday?
#1: Don't be such a drama queen. You're in a parking lot and not stranded on a deserted road in the middle of nowhere.
Me: (watching her retreat to the apartment) Drama Queen? Me? No way! I'm not a drama queen, do you hear me? I'm not! Wretched beast left me out here to suffer alone, after I gave birth to her.
Neighbor with the Barking Jack Russell Terrier: Are you all right?
Me: Yes. My car won't start.
NWTBJRT: What's wrong with it?
Me: I just told you. The car won't start.
NWTBJRT: Well, open her up and let me take a look.
Me: All right!
NWTBJRT: Looks fine in here. Maybe it's the muffler.
Me: You're not a car mechanic, are you?
NWTBJRT: Hell no! I sell kitchen appliances. So, if you need a new stove or refrigerator, let me know.
Me: I will remember that.
NWTBJRT: At least you're in a parking lot and not on a deserted road.
Me: Lucky me!
NWTBJRT: Here's my card if you want an appliance.
Me: My cats hate your dog, by the way!
NWTBJRT: Your cats is why the little bastard barks so much. He can smell them through the walls. See ya!
Me: (going inside) Great! My car still doesn't work, but I know a fabulous appliance salesman. That's the only reason he came over here. He didn't want to help me. He wanted to give me his stupid business card. He wanted to take advantage of me in my hour of need.
#1: Are you going to rant all day?
Me: Probably.
#1: I am going to take my car that works and go to the library.
Me: Oh, good! Can I go? Wait, you were rubbing it in, weren't you? You were reminding me that your car works and mine doesn't.
#1: Do I need to remind you that it isn't your car, anyway? It belongs to #3.
Me: Well, YOU never gave me a car.
#1: That's because I have to listen to you all the time. Payment enough, I believe. And no, you can't go to the library with me.
Me: Why not?
#1: I am meeting an extremely gorgeous man and we are going to have lunch together.
Me: Does Hubby know?
#1: I am meeting Hubby. I'm off. Can I bring you back anything?
Me: Yeah, a good car mechanic.
John ..... (Loku) lokutus-prime lokutus-prime # Wednesday, April 26, 2006 2:55:53 PM
There's never a mechanic when you want one,
they're as rare as a bank manager's smile,
and the neighbor stopped by to sell you something
and you wished you had run a mile.
The sun is up in Ocala (icecream's looking real good),
but you'd swap all of this in an instant
if you could fix what is under the hood.
Your son's stopping by next Friday
but till then you got sweet number one
who sorta took off with her 'sympathy vote'
after she'd had her fun.
There's never a mechanic when you want one,
they're as rare as a bank manager's smile,
and the neighbor stopped by to sell you something
and you wished you had run a mile.
loku
It's Sabrina!Sabrina3363 # Wednesday, April 26, 2006 4:48:28 PM
Number3 # Wednesday, April 26, 2006 6:07:07 PM
Of course, this means that she will not let me put off going up there to fix her car. So, no worries. I'll be there in a couple of days.
devansdevans186 # Wednesday, April 26, 2006 7:07:50 PM
You are blessed to have them around, but you know that:D
Q-ell Bettonmakeqfit # Wednesday, April 26, 2006 10:54:45 PM
alildragonlover # Thursday, April 27, 2006 12:46:55 PM
Sabrina...
it is not #3's car. It is my car, the girlfriend's car. K's been driving my car since August. She only pays for part of the insurance, because I have been doing her a favor. The deal was, she could drive it but also that she'd have to maintain it.
Of course, #3 is still going to do whatever he can to make sure that K doens't have to pay out the wazoo, because that is what dutiful sons do.
But, you know, maybe you're right. Maybe I should pay and arrange everything to have the car fixed. Also, I should probably look into paying for the gas and oil changes, too, while I'm at it... even though I've only driven it once in 9 months, it is MY car, why should it be up to K to fix it??
Number3 # Thursday, April 27, 2006 2:24:29 PM
You know she does have a point...I'm only going to Mom's to fix the car because I want to see my mother. Not because I have to fix the car. It is, for this at least, neither mine nor Lady Di's responsibility. I am only going out there because I want to. I love my mother, but she well and truly understands the situation. When we originally talked about it, she was talking about calling a tow-truck to come out and get it, which is when I volunteered to visit.
Mom...
Don't take this, or Lady Di's reaction, as meaning we won't be coming to see you, or that you should call the tow truck. We'll still be there tomorrow, and I'll fix the car with little diffculty, I hope!
Love you!
Kay FourKayFour # Thursday, April 27, 2006 10:04:33 PM
This blog is about humor and I take everyone's comments as such. Each and every one gives me a big smile. Nothing I say here is meant to cause a controversy.
I totally appreciate Lady Di allowing me to drive her car. She didn't have to do it. Any comments I made was not meant to belittle her sacrifice in anyway. And by referring to the car as #3's, that is only because I think of Lady Di and #3 as a couple. What belongs to one belongs to the other. I know whose name in on the registration.
Sometimes, too much detail detracts from the humor. You know what I mean. If you have to explain a joke it will not be funny. I choose subjects more careful in the future.
K4
It's Sabrina!Sabrina3363 # Thursday, April 27, 2006 11:32:45 PM
Anyway, good luck with the car. I hope it's an easy fix. As I said, it's probably the brakes. S.
Q-ell Bettonmakeqfit # Friday, April 28, 2006 10:13:44 PM