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| Dead battery and the speeding ticket |
Good grief I had barely gotten down two swallows of coffee when Tim came back in and said his car wouldn't start this morning. I'm sitting at the kitchen table cross eyed and looking like something the cat dragged in...."oh shit" was all I could mutter. Even in my sleepy cross eyed bed headed state...it meant I had to go outside and scare the neighbors maybe even blind them for life. "Did you call triple A"?......"Not yet, I have jumper cables. can we see if we can jump start my car?" .....I knew this was going to suck...."okay....give me a minute"........
I go to the bathroom to throw some water on my face...oh gawd I look like crap. Put my hair up in a clip or go au natural?......What the hell if I scare the neighbors....I scare the neighbors.....find my flip flops, keys, out the door we go.....
I find my igloo aka a bug and move my car behind Tims (since the spots on either side still housed cars) He pops my hood thinks he locates the battery..."Um, wheres your battery"?....."what?"...I'm thinking to myself you gotta be kidding me, wheres the battery? Good grief wheres the battery?.....I get out and look, I start laughing, you gotta be kidding me...wheres the battery? Well folks I suppose my car is a windup car. I'm sure theres a battery in there somewhere. I suppose at 6:30 in the morning all car batteries are where they are supposed to be......in bed, which is where I wish I had been.
Even with my life experience and Tims college education looks like triple A would be bailing him out. Would've been, could've been until a nice neighbor took pity on our sorry souls and gave Tim a much needed jumpstart to his day. He made it to work I made it back into our humble abode without causing too much commotion. I didn't see any vomit trails so either no one else saw me or Mr. Florence Nightingale aka Mr Good Wrench has an iron stomach and was able to keep his breakfast down.
The rest of my day was pretty uneventful. I farted around after getting my first cup of coffee down my gullet and still managed to be 11 minutes late to work. i really didn't care was a beautiful morning, traffic wasn't bad and i was finally fully awake and looked much better after a shower....My day was so uneventful Tim on the other hand must of pissed off the Gods or it was turn in the grand scheme of things to have his day end just as crappy as it began..........
He got a speeding ticket in Jersey coming home from work. The cop was on the opposite side of the road facing the other direction. He flipped his car around and stopped Tim. The cop clocked him at 72 and gave him a ticket for going 64.....8 miles over the speed limit....so he'd have a lesser fine. My question is why even bother with the ticket then? Why not just give a warning and wag his finger at him and tell him not to do that? Anyhoo I reminded Tim he took one for the team. It was his turn to get stopped so others could speed freely....he's had a good run.
After some holiday weekends one would do better to stay in bed and call out sick. Tim falls in this catergory....he should of played hooky and gave himself a four day weekend.....when will he ever learn?
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Posted by pitapie50 on 2008-09-02 23:49:32 | Rating: | Views: 60
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