I'm beginning to think I need a car icon.
Today is another car post.
I walked out of my house, ready to head odd to my second class of the summer, when my apartment complex handy man stops me. And asks me if how I'm doing and is my car okay now. I get really confused and focus on translating his English. And then walking much faster to my car where, indeed, there is a flat tire on my passenger back space.
And then he asks if my friend hadn't reached me. My friend? Oh, yes, thank you, Mr. handy man. For telling me, for labeling the sleazy guy who lives diagonal downstairs from me. Who has never called me except to ask me out, or talked to me walking between my car and my house without leering. As my friend. And leaving it to him to contact me, instead of telling me yourself when you saw it.
*rues*
Had to get a ride, but I'm in class now, and I'll be working on it tomorrow morning, since I don't get out until after ten.
Tire changing will happen tonight and either tire patch or tire replacement will happen as soon as whatever location I chose opens.
Or after I wake up. Something like that.
Probably the first, since I have early Carrie-Goodwill plans and then I need to spend time preparing for the camping trip I leave Thursday midday for. Just feeling cranky because of it now. I should leave my house more often so it's not always right before class that I discover my car has issues.
I walked out of my house, ready to head odd to my second class of the summer, when my apartment complex handy man stops me. And asks me if how I'm doing and is my car okay now. I get really confused and focus on translating his English. And then walking much faster to my car where, indeed, there is a flat tire on my passenger back space.
And then he asks if my friend hadn't reached me. My friend? Oh, yes, thank you, Mr. handy man. For telling me, for labeling the sleazy guy who lives diagonal downstairs from me. Who has never called me except to ask me out, or talked to me walking between my car and my house without leering. As my friend. And leaving it to him to contact me, instead of telling me yourself when you saw it.
*rues*
Had to get a ride, but I'm in class now, and I'll be working on it tomorrow morning, since I don't get out until after ten.
Tire changing will happen tonight and either tire patch or tire replacement will happen as soon as whatever location I chose opens.
Or after I wake up. Something like that.
Probably the first, since I have early Carrie-Goodwill plans and then I need to spend time preparing for the camping trip I leave Thursday midday for. Just feeling cranky because of it now. I should leave my house more often so it's not always right before class that I discover my car has issues.