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azurelunatic) wrote2012-06-13 10:53 pm
azurelunatic) wrote2012-06-13 10:53 pm
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Trollcar is trolling
I dropped my car off at the mechanic last night. I got the call this afternoon -- the oil change was done, but the tech had yet again failed to make him make that sound. So I asked them to do the local shuttle service thing that they do, and took the tech around the parking lot a few times, then around the block. Nothin'. The closest it came was a steering column thunk when turned to the max (not it; I didn't even register it) and one tiny little scraping noise that I more felt than heard, and the mechanic didn't hear or feel at all.
I promised to bring him in while he was actively making the noise and do a test run right then, and started to fuck off to work, via the drive-through.
The drive through is in a stupid parking lot with stupidly placed humps and bumps. I went over one on the passenger side but not the driver side, and on the next major steering adjustment after that -- THERE WAS THE FUCKING SOUND.
I drove back to the mechanic with triumph (and french fries), but naturally all the techs were slammed. So I fucked off to work, complaining tonorabombay the whole way.
The mechanics and I are on for Saturday morning, assuming trollcar is still trollin'.
Unrelated to that, my digestive system was (being) revolting, and I had no idea why. This evening? HELLO MENSTRUAL CYCLE. So that explains that.
Also unrelated, but much nicer: I took the chance of calling my BFF this evening at what would have previously been too late on a different schedule of his, and we had a pleasant hour or so of chatter while he attempted to navigate the ins and outs of baby's first MMO. (Aww.)
I often go to him for sensibility checks on things. This time I asked him how he'd make sure people stayed off the pavement while it was being resurfaced. He mentioned barriers and signs. He didn't think a date/time would be a good idea, because what if something happened that it took longer than the estimate to cure/dry/whatever? Smart man. Smart, smart man. I love him for his braaaaaains. The lolarious wrongness of scheduling things such that the entire apartment complex had to park on the street at the same time didn't hardly come up.
Tomorrow morning is work! Early! I am again the official notetaker. Hilarity will ensue.
I promised to bring him in while he was actively making the noise and do a test run right then, and started to fuck off to work, via the drive-through.
The drive through is in a stupid parking lot with stupidly placed humps and bumps. I went over one on the passenger side but not the driver side, and on the next major steering adjustment after that -- THERE WAS THE FUCKING SOUND.
I drove back to the mechanic with triumph (and french fries), but naturally all the techs were slammed. So I fucked off to work, complaining to
norabombay the whole way. The mechanics and I are on for Saturday morning, assuming trollcar is still trollin'.
Unrelated to that, my digestive system was (being) revolting, and I had no idea why. This evening? HELLO MENSTRUAL CYCLE. So that explains that.
Also unrelated, but much nicer: I took the chance of calling my BFF this evening at what would have previously been too late on a different schedule of his, and we had a pleasant hour or so of chatter while he attempted to navigate the ins and outs of baby's first MMO. (Aww.)
I often go to him for sensibility checks on things. This time I asked him how he'd make sure people stayed off the pavement while it was being resurfaced. He mentioned barriers and signs. He didn't think a date/time would be a good idea, because what if something happened that it took longer than the estimate to cure/dry/whatever? Smart man. Smart, smart man. I love him for his braaaaaains. The lolarious wrongness of scheduling things such that the entire apartment complex had to park on the street at the same time didn't hardly come up.
Tomorrow morning is work! Early! I am again the official notetaker. Hilarity will ensue.