electric plastic
My replacement car finally arrived this afternoon, circa 2.30. I'd had a particularly slow morning sorting out supervision meeting minutes and notes, for some reason a task which I have only just finished. How could it take so long? Possibly?? I am particularly slow of brain and body this week, but really! So I took the car out to town, mainly to check that I understand it (not to get stuff from shops, honest), and to fill it with petrol before the Great Southern Tour I am undertaking on friday. All went pretty fine, funny feeling car - its only when I drive something else that I realise how past generation my dear puma is now - everything else in its class is so light, and plasticy and distopianly electric. I only found out just how electric at the petrol station, when I spent a frustrating hot-making 10 minutes trying and failing to get the petrol cap off, before I asked another driver (sheepishly enough it must be said) for help. He too was puzzled for a minute or two - looked inside the car for any magic button, then tried pointing and squeezing the remote key at it - and open sesame! - the petrol cap swings wide. Is it just me who finds that really wierd - an electric remote operated petrol cap cover? Ho hum.