I Am Free February 12, 2007
Posted by Jen in : Writing Bits , trackbackMy windscreen-wipers are cured! Hurrah and hurray! And I am cured, for free. I quote:
Feeble Me: ‘Oh, is my poor car really working properly again?’
Grunting Mechanic: ‘Ugh, yeah.’
Effusive Me: ‘Oh, you are such a star - I thought I would have to stay in until summer.’
Grunting Mechanic: ‘Ugh.’ (Smiled a bit at this point. Could have been wind though.)
Penniless Me: ‘Oh, in all the stress, I forgot my purse. Could you possibly add it on to its next service?’
Weak Mechanic: ‘Ugh. Don’t worry. Few quid. Drink in pub. Ugh.’
Result. Joy. Freedom. I am free. Free to… um… yeah. Whatever.



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You’re free as a bird in a car. The world is yours. So where you going?
You off down the pub with the mehanic?
Have fun in the whats and wheres that you drive into/at … eh(????)
x
Yes… erm… good! Glad to see that we’re on the same wavelength.
I suspect our wavelength to be a very, very wiggly one indeed?
Wiggly is the new straight, yip yip yip
X
Scary when cars don\’t do what they\’re supposed to, isn\’t it? I keep thinking I really must stop being such a girl about things and go and do a car maintenance course or something. I don\’t like being at the mercy of men in overalls! Unless you do your best eyelash fluttering, of course.
LQS - you will be unimpressed to hear that, until last year, I didn\’t even know how to put petrol in my car!!! How pathetic is that?
I think I\’m happy forgoing the cupboard-full of car fuses and will stick with my eyelash curlers as an indirect means of getting Car Matters attended to!
Shameless hussy? Me?? Yeah, you\’re probably right