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Three days after Beatrice decided not to start for me, I finally had towing covered under my insurance. I could get it home and get it fixed and not have to drive my grandmother's Kia anymore. That's right. A KIA.
Think of the worst car possible and then mate it with a Pinto. The transmission is jumpy, the pedals are way too loose, and the radio sucks. The brakes just don't work well. Not like Beatrice's (mostly) smooth ride. Oh, and there were some beautiful days I couldn't use my 'vert. :(
After classes, I went to my car and called for a tow truck. They said it would be about an hour, so I sat on my iBook for a little while before heading to my car. 2 hours after they said that they'd be there, I ended up guiding them to where my car was parked. Awesome.
Beatrice was towed to a mechanic near where I lived. At this point, I was sure that my starter was dead, but my father was totally convinced that it wasn't. Well, a day later he lost that bet and I ended up with a $380 bill. A week after classes started. I could have replaced it for half the price, dammit! But, oh well, what are you going to do about it?
Now, there's some interesting things that happened when I was waiting for the tow truck. While I waited, 4 people asked me if I needed help in the parking lot. Now, considering that people normally keep to themselves and do their own thing all the time, this is quite surprising to me. Even more interesting is the fact that 3 of the 4 of these people were women!
Now, I'm going to make some sweeping generalizations about genders here. Feminists begone.
Women, in general, aren't the sort of people to jump start cars much less know which wire touches what. It's just not that common. It's still a nice gesture to help out and offer their vehicle in order to help mine. But, if I was truly stranded and didn't know what to do, it really wouldn't help much.
But still, more women offered help over guys. That's a bit surprising. Even though this is a very low volunteer sample, it's interesting.
Guys, if you ever need a woman, just put your hood up. That's the sign that you're in business.
Think of the worst car possible and then mate it with a Pinto. The transmission is jumpy, the pedals are way too loose, and the radio sucks. The brakes just don't work well. Not like Beatrice's (mostly) smooth ride. Oh, and there were some beautiful days I couldn't use my 'vert. :(
After classes, I went to my car and called for a tow truck. They said it would be about an hour, so I sat on my iBook for a little while before heading to my car. 2 hours after they said that they'd be there, I ended up guiding them to where my car was parked. Awesome.
Beatrice was towed to a mechanic near where I lived. At this point, I was sure that my starter was dead, but my father was totally convinced that it wasn't. Well, a day later he lost that bet and I ended up with a $380 bill. A week after classes started. I could have replaced it for half the price, dammit! But, oh well, what are you going to do about it?
Now, there's some interesting things that happened when I was waiting for the tow truck. While I waited, 4 people asked me if I needed help in the parking lot. Now, considering that people normally keep to themselves and do their own thing all the time, this is quite surprising to me. Even more interesting is the fact that 3 of the 4 of these people were women!
Now, I'm going to make some sweeping generalizations about genders here. Feminists begone.
Women, in general, aren't the sort of people to jump start cars much less know which wire touches what. It's just not that common. It's still a nice gesture to help out and offer their vehicle in order to help mine. But, if I was truly stranded and didn't know what to do, it really wouldn't help much.
But still, more women offered help over guys. That's a bit surprising. Even though this is a very low volunteer sample, it's interesting.
Guys, if you ever need a woman, just put your hood up. That's the sign that you're in business.