Blarg.
Dear Ernie, the guy that fixes our cars:
My parents told you at least two weeks ago (before they left for Ireland) that we would be buying that 2002 Malibu sitting in your "yard." You have had since then to locate the title. We need said title to get my license and registration so I can drive the bloody thing. You said Saturday. I said whatever, as long as I have it by Monday. That is tomorrow, and you don't have the title because it's not in your house; it might be with some guy that previously owned the car. If you do not have it by Tuesday morning, sitting in my driveway, I will be pissed and I won't be asking you to fix whatever might go wrong with the car. Knowing the past two cars we've gotten from you (while they are both pre-1995), that might be a every few months. I will find someone reliable who understands that "as long as I have it to drive to my doctors' appointments on Monday" means I needed it Sunday night so I could go to the Secretary of State and make it legal to drive.
In other news, my cat is now super-snuggly, my hard drive crashed (but is currently being repaired by DGB), I haven't been able to stop hiccupping, I saw a tattoo of Ted Leo lyrics on someone's chest and it made me sad, and I am fighting with Wonders Desk because it made my roommate sad and angry and work too many hours to make sure she doesn't get fired. I'd send them angry letters, but it would probably be detrimental to the cause. GRRRR.
I'll be back in the EL for reals on Tuesday. Hopefully.
My parents told you at least two weeks ago (before they left for Ireland) that we would be buying that 2002 Malibu sitting in your "yard." You have had since then to locate the title. We need said title to get my license and registration so I can drive the bloody thing. You said Saturday. I said whatever, as long as I have it by Monday. That is tomorrow, and you don't have the title because it's not in your house; it might be with some guy that previously owned the car. If you do not have it by Tuesday morning, sitting in my driveway, I will be pissed and I won't be asking you to fix whatever might go wrong with the car. Knowing the past two cars we've gotten from you (while they are both pre-1995), that might be a every few months. I will find someone reliable who understands that "as long as I have it to drive to my doctors' appointments on Monday" means I needed it Sunday night so I could go to the Secretary of State and make it legal to drive.
In other news, my cat is now super-snuggly, my hard drive crashed (but is currently being repaired by DGB), I haven't been able to stop hiccupping, I saw a tattoo of Ted Leo lyrics on someone's chest and it made me sad, and I am fighting with Wonders Desk because it made my roommate sad and angry and work too many hours to make sure she doesn't get fired. I'd send them angry letters, but it would probably be detrimental to the cause. GRRRR.
I'll be back in the EL for reals on Tuesday. Hopefully.