soapboxdiner

Whoa, the gods are raging wantons

You know what gets me? What gets me is when your car breaks down on a Monday morning and you pay $80 to have it towed ONE mile to the Midas. Then, you pay $260 for a new starter, and $20 for the taxi to work. This, on top of the time you are missing at work that's costing you. THEN, you specifically tell the technician to install new battery terminals while he's in there doing the starter. Because, you know, when your battery terminals are corroded, chances are your car will end up stranding you somewhere unexpectedly. Not that being stranded is ever on a person's "things to do today" list, but still, you don't want to just be left hanging like that.

Later, when you call the tech for the estimate, you ask again, "You're gonna put new terminals on it too, right?" And just for good measure, when you call to inquire if your car is ready to be picked up, you ask for a third time, "New terminals, right?" Only to have the guy say, "Come on, lady. We are respectable here. We don't do electrical inspections with faulty equipment. We test everything, and we fix everything that's wrong on the inspection."

At this point, you'd pretty much expect that new battery terminals have - in fact - been installed, would you not?

Yeah, me too. Funny how that works.

So when the car wouldn't start tonight, leaving me stranded in the Fred Meyer parking lot with 30 minutes to get to daycare before it closed, guess who was throwing wild curses at the Midas man?

Thankfully the folks were home and rescued the child, the momma, and the car. For the third time in two months. After having paid over $450 in said time to ensure this very thing would not happen.

Me and the Midas man, we'll be having words very very soon. But first, I have to knock on wood that the car will start in the morning.

But on the up side, I got myself some Sinful colors to cheer me up. They are gawwwgeous, dahlings. But what are fancy new toes without sexy new sandals to stoke my Japanese Violet fire, I ask you? Yeah, so I got two new pairs of those, too.

Sure, it's not the peasant blouse

and black denim I've been swooning over, but the gods of discretionary money have a karmic beef they're currently takin' out on my funky self.

7:47 pm - 08.09.02
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