You can never say, "I love you" too much.
So in the car situation, we decided to fix up the Pathfinder with the money we got from selling the Bonne.
Well, yesterday we drove it down to my mother's and Tom took it to his work and back, it rode great.
Well, Tom took it down this morning to get an alignment done and the wheels rebalanced. Meanwhile, I was at home and reading, I had just put mini down for a nap. I fell asleep reading and did not hear the phone ringing off the hook.
Suddenly, I wake up to Andrea poking me and telling me to wake up, Tom's gotta talk to me. I take the phone, he's all hysterical, "What the fuck!? Why wouldn't anybody answer the phone!? I'm stuck down here waiting for a tow truck and my brother to pick me up, the Pathfinder caught on fire!"
I go WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT HAPPENED!?
He was down there with the fire marshal and some guy from the town of Tolland. Apparently, the exhaust got too hot because some dumbass (Andrea's son) had taken off the fucking heat shield. So therefore, the fucking exhaust caught on fire, catching the frame on fire, going right through the frame, catching the carpet on fire on the driver's side, taking the electrical along with it. Tom saw smoke billowing out from underneath the car, and the floor on fire and pulled over and called 911. The fire marshal told him to file a claim with the insurance company because the car is totaled. He said, there is no way I can let you drive this home, if you had driven any further, it would have been engulfed.
Great, huh?
So, I wondered if Mike noticed this while he was working on it and didn't bother to mention it?
He had such a great fucking sarcastic attitude picking Tom up, saying, oh well, you can rip the carpet up and just you know patch up the frame and get a new exhaust...
Tom's like hell no, it's fucking totaled, I could've caught on fire.
Wonderful bro, huh?
Tom could've been seriously injured or even, god forbid, lost his life and all Mike can think of is more ways to wrestle money out of us bcuz he can't stand to see anyone besides himself get ahead. Well, fuck him, I'm through with him.
Tom had the truck towed back here and that's when it really hit me, I looked inside and all I could see was black, charred metal and wires and the smell of burnt rubber, a big hole in the driver's side. I saw Tom and immediately ran up and hugged and kissed him, asking if he was alright, if he was hurt at all. He told me he was ok, just shaken up.
No kidding, I was shaking too, just at the thought.
Anyways, more about this l8r...little man's got gas.
Well, yesterday we drove it down to my mother's and Tom took it to his work and back, it rode great.
Well, Tom took it down this morning to get an alignment done and the wheels rebalanced. Meanwhile, I was at home and reading, I had just put mini down for a nap. I fell asleep reading and did not hear the phone ringing off the hook.
Suddenly, I wake up to Andrea poking me and telling me to wake up, Tom's gotta talk to me. I take the phone, he's all hysterical, "What the fuck!? Why wouldn't anybody answer the phone!? I'm stuck down here waiting for a tow truck and my brother to pick me up, the Pathfinder caught on fire!"
I go WHAT THE FUCK!? WHAT HAPPENED!?
He was down there with the fire marshal and some guy from the town of Tolland. Apparently, the exhaust got too hot because some dumbass (Andrea's son) had taken off the fucking heat shield. So therefore, the fucking exhaust caught on fire, catching the frame on fire, going right through the frame, catching the carpet on fire on the driver's side, taking the electrical along with it. Tom saw smoke billowing out from underneath the car, and the floor on fire and pulled over and called 911. The fire marshal told him to file a claim with the insurance company because the car is totaled. He said, there is no way I can let you drive this home, if you had driven any further, it would have been engulfed.
Great, huh?
So, I wondered if Mike noticed this while he was working on it and didn't bother to mention it?
He had such a great fucking sarcastic attitude picking Tom up, saying, oh well, you can rip the carpet up and just you know patch up the frame and get a new exhaust...
Tom's like hell no, it's fucking totaled, I could've caught on fire.
Wonderful bro, huh?
Tom could've been seriously injured or even, god forbid, lost his life and all Mike can think of is more ways to wrestle money out of us bcuz he can't stand to see anyone besides himself get ahead. Well, fuck him, I'm through with him.
Tom had the truck towed back here and that's when it really hit me, I looked inside and all I could see was black, charred metal and wires and the smell of burnt rubber, a big hole in the driver's side. I saw Tom and immediately ran up and hugged and kissed him, asking if he was alright, if he was hurt at all. He told me he was ok, just shaken up.
No kidding, I was shaking too, just at the thought.
Anyways, more about this l8r...little man's got gas.