I whined the other day about the furnace. Well, the guy's coming out today (I thought it was yesterday but must not have been listening again) to take a look. Paul's thinking (I'm praying) that it's a relay. Let's hope. Smallish expenditure.
This week we had some work done on the truck. The ole darling's eleven years old now and is in need of some TLC. This was a sort-of planned expenditure; we knew it was coming and the timing worked out best as we'd be down to one vehicle for a few days. Wouldn't call this a smallish expenditure but was certainly less than the windows. Mediumish expenditure?
Okay. Today, Paul, along with the ole darling of a truck, made a dump run. We're not spoiled like our neighbours across the road in that other township who have weekly garbage pickup. We're a hardy bunch over here and can fend for ourselves - we don't have garbage pickup at all. That's not bitterness you sense. Seriously. I digress. After leaving the dump, Paul was heading east along the 8th line when the brake line snapped. I should mention as one drives away from the dump, one approaches 28 highway. Ooh. That's bad. Had it been me, panic would've set in. Instead, Paul spewed a long string of cuss words, engaged the emergency brake and brought the ole darlin' to a stop. Just before the intersection at 28. Phew.
So, here I am, back home, after picking Paul up and waving adieu to the ole darlin' as she happily rode on the back of a towtruck up 28 to the shop. Paul's hoping Trevor takes pity on us and gives us a break (so to speak) on the bill. (Paul already thinks Trevor feels sorry for us because the ole darlin' is a Dodge and not a GM truck. Whatever.) I'm hoping for good payment terms.
Wow. I feel a lot better. And, Dorito - it doesn't bother me if you thought this was a longish post and skipped this well-thought out story and went right to the picture because it's some dumb NASCAR thing. Sometimes you've just gotta whine, even if no one listens. On the up side, it's good for a day off work.
The spot where the ole darlin' should be. *sniff*
6 comments:
That is why I'm glad I have one brother in law that is a mechanic and one brother in law that is a furnace guy. Now if only Dorito would marry a plumber, we would be set for life.
You make a good point, Cookie. Now I'm going to go and check Paul's lottery ticket.
The poster caught my attention, and I read the long long long post.
Windows, furnace, truck. Everything comes in 3s.
Glad to hear the e-brake did the trick. I had that happen with my old Volkswagen once and ended up unintentionally parking it on somebody's conveniently steep lawn!
Wow, what a peach of a day, though. There are some days that I am absolutely convinced are cursed.
Dorito - I noticed today that the poster is ripped. You know, no good. Like Jr.
Hi Meetzorp - Paul was glad the brake worked too. Good thing the kids weren't with him or they would have learned lots of new words. ;o)
Not sure about this 2010 thing yet -- jury's still out.
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