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"YES! PROBABLY SO!"
Sep. 18th, 2006 07:42 pmHnngaaaaahh.
Today: I was driving to school, down the interstate again, going 70mph again and, quite suddenly, I can't move my steering wheel. I go into, you know, a panic attack, because holy shit I can't turn my steering wheel and if I pull on it really hard maybe I can get off the interstate? At this point I notice my AC is off too, so I somehow manage to pull into an abandoned gas station and sit there for a few minutes making sure my heart doesn't expload or anything.
But my dad, whom I called, is so awesome and great, because he drove all the way out to Tampa to help me out when he told me it was was the power steering belt that broke and all I could manage was, "...huh?" Not so much "broke" as "completely frayed and good Lord didn't you just get a tune-up a few weeks ago? And they didn't spot this?" I get kind of nauseous just thinking about it.
So, yes. A new belt, which my dad had no idea how to put on, but assured me that he'd figure it out anyway, and he really is so awesome like that because I swear he can fix anything. I payed for lunch for the both of us, which wasn't a payback; not by a long shot.
I also went to Starbucks to give the manager all my paperwork, but he had already left for the day. Tomorrow, then.
Moving on to better and brighter (and muuuuuch prettier) things, Dean Winchester's favorite word. I LOL to the extreme, because IT'S SO TRUE and because when I saw the pilot for the first time and he says, "That Constance, what a bitch!" I laughed so hard AND IT WAS THE START TO A BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP. UM.
( There is also this. )
Today: I was driving to school, down the interstate again, going 70mph again and, quite suddenly, I can't move my steering wheel. I go into, you know, a panic attack, because holy shit I can't turn my steering wheel and if I pull on it really hard maybe I can get off the interstate? At this point I notice my AC is off too, so I somehow manage to pull into an abandoned gas station and sit there for a few minutes making sure my heart doesn't expload or anything.
But my dad, whom I called, is so awesome and great, because he drove all the way out to Tampa to help me out when he told me it was was the power steering belt that broke and all I could manage was, "...huh?" Not so much "broke" as "completely frayed and good Lord didn't you just get a tune-up a few weeks ago? And they didn't spot this?" I get kind of nauseous just thinking about it.
So, yes. A new belt, which my dad had no idea how to put on, but assured me that he'd figure it out anyway, and he really is so awesome like that because I swear he can fix anything. I payed for lunch for the both of us, which wasn't a payback; not by a long shot.
I also went to Starbucks to give the manager all my paperwork, but he had already left for the day. Tomorrow, then.
Moving on to better and brighter (and muuuuuch prettier) things, Dean Winchester's favorite word. I LOL to the extreme, because IT'S SO TRUE and because when I saw the pilot for the first time and he says, "That Constance, what a bitch!" I laughed so hard AND IT WAS THE START TO A BEAUTIFUL RELATIONSHIP. UM.
( There is also this. )
