Nov 29, 2005 19:03
I love my car. Really, I do.
Yet I'm headed over the Moyie bluffs when suddenly *kruk grug kruk kruk GRUG*
WTF?
*engine light turns on and flashes oh I don't know how many times*
So - I get to town (going only about 80 km/h - 50 MPH), pull to the nearest place for help and phone GMC roadside assistance.
I get it towed to Northstar (Cranbrook dealership) cause I'm worried about what's going on with my engine.
So I'm basically stranded in town, trudging along through the snow, handing out resumes...
I'm hoping Staples of all places hires me. I like it there. I heard a song I haven't ever heard anywhere else from a soundtrack no less. I felt glee from my cold toes.
*sigh*
My car is in the shop right now overnight. Needless to say I feel empty and CARless. I hate this feeling.
It's that stupid feeling of having to totally rely on the goodness of others for help. If I didn't have a car tonight? and I had to work? and I lived away from home? I'd be so screwed right now. The Duty Free isn't so nice on you, cause you're required to be AT WORK that day.