Monsters
14 years ago
April 12, 2010
Well, I got my car all fixed, but it wasn't without complications. My tire, in addition to being flat, was basically dead. It didn't burst or pop, I believe the terminology used was "rupture". My tire had ruptured! The roadside assistance gentleman told me not to take it for repairs. He warned me that most businesses would repair the tire with little regard to the fact that it would likely "rupture" again. Additionally, my other 3 tires needed to go as well!
WTF!
4 new tires? Hooray! Another $300.00 down the drain. It was saddening to watch the cash disappear from my grasp....oh so sad.
I am a poor individual. My savings is barren!
In brighter news, I have 4 new tires that will likely get me to Austin much more safely than my ready to rupture road ragdolls I was so witlessly using before.
Additionally, I have stumbled upon a bit of magic. It is a rare spark of genius, something so wild and uncontrolled that it MUST be magic. It MUST be revered as holy, and feared as evil. It is, the GPS device. I love mine. Almost more than cheese. And I love cheese more than 99..99999999999999999999999999999% of the world's human population. That is a lot of love for cheese, and a hell of a lot of love for the GPS. I don't get lost now. And if I'm too stupid to listen to the GPS, it does not SIGH AUDIBLY and curse under its mechanical (and Australian /rawr) breath. It simply recalculates what I should do and gently guides me forth from there. I love you GPS, I love you. Get me to Austin my Australian navigator.
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