steamy stuff
So there we were, the 'pa and I, stuck in traffic in my university town, 20 minutes late for my doctor's appointment, when our car literally blows a gasket (is that how you spell it?). With steam almost obstructing 'pas view completely, we could not have been more conspicious as we drove past three policemen, but we made it to the uni. I went to my appointment and it was decided an hour was enough cooling time for the poor old car. So, we drove off, homeward bound, until the steam got too thick to see through again, and we pulled in at a garage in the middle of nowhere. And there we stayed for 3 hours. My aunt had to come rescue us, our car left behind, to the pityful laughter of all the new shiny cars in the front yard of the garage... I am still cold, from standing out in that annoying rain that doesn't actually wet you, just makes your hair frizz, trying to get reception on my phone.
I have determined from this experience that I don't really like mechanics that give you disdainful glances when you don't know why the hell your radiator blew up, and don't really care as long as it gets fixed and soon (I didn't mention that I previously would have thought the radiator was actually somehting inside the car, for my warmth and comfort). I also determined that daytime radio sucks and anyone who requests dido or shania freakin' twain should be taken out and shot.
The reason that this day was so deeply unpleasent and hard to handle was because I was sooooooo tired. My guy kept me on the phone later than usual last night, but I am not complaining, as he actually was heard to exclaim, "god, we are so loved up, it's great". Boys don't say things like that, ever. It was sickingly sweet, but i thought I was going to implode with built up happiness. This guy just does not say things like that, it's normally like: me - i really like your hair like that, him - kay, I'll change it so. Now I know he does love me, and he's only messing, but last night he was acting like he was the one who'd been smitten with me for 2 years before we actually dated and not the other way around. And I was a sucker for it and practically melted. weak, I know.
I have determined from this experience that I don't really like mechanics that give you disdainful glances when you don't know why the hell your radiator blew up, and don't really care as long as it gets fixed and soon (I didn't mention that I previously would have thought the radiator was actually somehting inside the car, for my warmth and comfort). I also determined that daytime radio sucks and anyone who requests dido or shania freakin' twain should be taken out and shot.
The reason that this day was so deeply unpleasent and hard to handle was because I was sooooooo tired. My guy kept me on the phone later than usual last night, but I am not complaining, as he actually was heard to exclaim, "god, we are so loved up, it's great". Boys don't say things like that, ever. It was sickingly sweet, but i thought I was going to implode with built up happiness. This guy just does not say things like that, it's normally like: me - i really like your hair like that, him - kay, I'll change it so. Now I know he does love me, and he's only messing, but last night he was acting like he was the one who'd been smitten with me for 2 years before we actually dated and not the other way around. And I was a sucker for it and practically melted. weak, I know.