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| Soul sucking Sunday |
| 06.21.04 (6:31 am) [edit] |
Well, I can't say that Sunday went badly. It did, however, go oddly. JK came and picked me up and drove me out to the repair shop. A&D Automotive, for anyone who thinks that someday they should bring their vehicles there....don't.
We pulled into the lot and were greeted by a questionable looking Middle Eastern man. He gave us a big smile and proceeded to show of his "dental bling bling" as JK so eloquently put it. Thaaaat's right. He had a gold set of front teeth.
He asked me what I wanted to do, so I told him that I was going to trade it for a '92 Corsica. He shrugged his shoulders and said, "Okay, you drive the Corsica for a while. You see if you like it. If no...then I give you this '88 Tempo. $800.00 difference. I realize that you don't have money now, but I finance you and you pay when you do have money. It is a good car now, I worked on it a lot."
So, if I understand this correctly...He wants me to pass up a '92 Corsica so that he can give me a crappier car and charge me $800.00 on top of it? I told him thank you for the offer, but I'll pick up the truck on Monday. Meanwhile, JK had expertly removed my plates and we were on our way as quickly as we could be.
From there, it was straight to the Insurance office where I transfered the plates. I was on my way out to the bus stop when JK began laughing heartily, clapped me on the back and steered me back to the car. Even though his D&D game was up in Lawson, he drove me all the way back downtown to the mall so that I could grab a card for Leah's Dad, then catch the bus to Christopher Lake.
The bus ride was uneventful. We got to P.A. and there was a 1 hr wait until we left for the lake. So I called my stepmom who came and picked me up. I had a quick coffee with her and grandma, and then they drove me out to Christopher. That was pretty nice of them. We had a nice visit during the drive.
It was there that I came face to face with the past memories of two of the worst car wrecks I had ever had.
The Corsica is EXACTLY like my old Tempest, only blue. I could feel the hair raise on my arms and the chill sweep through me as I sat in the drivers seat reliving the dreaded moments before I rolled the Tempest.
Then I got over it and put it in drive. This little car has some snot! Wheeeee!! Four doors and power steering, people!!! So, Leah and I drove home with no problem at all, and I'm sooo happy to have a vehicle.
After that, I nestled down in the living room and watched movies. :wink:
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posted by: James (reply)
post date: 06.21.04 (2:39 pm)
You take this camel. It is good camel. I raise it from baby. You take it now, you pay when you can. You finance camel. Give me $800 dollar for camel. I spit on my mother with this deal, but I like you.
This one encounter is going to fuel character concepts for months to come! Not to impugn the gentleman from A&D Automotive's honor or anything but I so wanted Sneevil to try her key in the ignition, just once, so that he could go, "I fix truck for you as surprise. Pay me $1600 dollars." Heh.
Good times...good times.
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