by cagliostro Wed Feb 15, 2012 6:32 pm
RoddyRuddy wrote: "Shane McGowan's CD was in the player so whoever has taken it will hear the ghost of Shane haunting them.
I thought Shane was still alive. Silly me.
I've definitely had days like this, as well as weeks like this. I certainly remember one day that me and my girlfriend were jynxed for nearly all cars. The first was my car. I had just got it back from the repair place, and the girlfriend and I had gone to the drive-in. After the movies were over, the car wouldn't start. The drive-in folks said that they open at a certain time, and to have it out ASAP or it would be towed. We called a cab from a thankfully close convenience store. This was 1998, and not everybody had cell phones, and we certainly didn't. The cab showed up and got us home without issue. The next day, I had to work, and my girlfriend dropped me off at work. Then she was driving on down to an art town about 2 hours away to pick up something for my birthday.
After work, I called the girlfriend to pick me up, and she said she wouldn't be able to pick me up because she was having car problems, and would tell me all about it. So I bummed a ride from someone whose car wouldn't start. I decided I would just give up and walk home, which took a while. When I got home, I got the story about what...let's call her Lady E, had gone through.
She had gone to this art town in Arizona, and on the way back, the car was revving and stomping on the gas didn't clear it. She had to occasionally ride the break to keep it at something of a normal speed. She brought it to the first service station she could find to have them look at it, but they weren't able to do anything right away, so she drove it into town, the brakes smoking when she pulled in to the first place she could find in town. She took the bus, which broke down about a 30 minute walk away. She walked home.
So we were both home, but needed a ride to the car to meet the tow truck at the drive-in. We were having a party that night at our place, but were unable to get in touch with those who were coming over to try to get a ride from. I called everyone we knew, as we couldn't afford another taxi. We finally found one person who was going out on a date, but was willing to have her date drive us over. That went without a problem.
The tow truck met us and drove the car over to the repair shop I went to, and dropped it off. As it was unloading the car, there was a loud hiss, and the guy said "well, that's my {insert tow truck part here}, and that's me out for the evening." It was pretty nuts, and is 100% true.
The punchline was that my car was only out of gas, and worked once fueled up.
[quote="RoddyRuddy"] "Shane McGowan's CD was in the player so whoever has taken it will hear the ghost of Shane haunting them. [/quote]
I thought Shane was still alive. Silly me.
I've definitely had days like this, as well as weeks like this. I certainly remember one day that me and my girlfriend were jynxed for nearly all cars. The first was my car. I had just got it back from the repair place, and the girlfriend and I had gone to the drive-in. After the movies were over, the car wouldn't start. The drive-in folks said that they open at a certain time, and to have it out ASAP or it would be towed. We called a cab from a thankfully close convenience store. This was 1998, and not everybody had cell phones, and we certainly didn't. The cab showed up and got us home without issue. The next day, I had to work, and my girlfriend dropped me off at work. Then she was driving on down to an art town about 2 hours away to pick up something for my birthday.
After work, I called the girlfriend to pick me up, and she said she wouldn't be able to pick me up because she was having car problems, and would tell me all about it. So I bummed a ride from someone whose car wouldn't start. I decided I would just give up and walk home, which took a while. When I got home, I got the story about what...let's call her Lady E, had gone through.
She had gone to this art town in Arizona, and on the way back, the car was revving and stomping on the gas didn't clear it. She had to occasionally ride the break to keep it at something of a normal speed. She brought it to the first service station she could find to have them look at it, but they weren't able to do anything right away, so she drove it into town, the brakes smoking when she pulled in to the first place she could find in town. She took the bus, which broke down about a 30 minute walk away. She walked home.
So we were both home, but needed a ride to the car to meet the tow truck at the drive-in. We were having a party that night at our place, but were unable to get in touch with those who were coming over to try to get a ride from. I called everyone we knew, as we couldn't afford another taxi. We finally found one person who was going out on a date, but was willing to have her date drive us over. That went without a problem.
The tow truck met us and drove the car over to the repair shop I went to, and dropped it off. As it was unloading the car, there was a loud hiss, and the guy said "well, that's my {insert tow truck part here}, and that's me out for the evening." It was pretty nuts, and is 100% true.
The punchline was that my car was only out of gas, and worked once fueled up.
