Finally, our only disappointment here is the car.
Unfortunately, implies the possession of a car - it's a mathematical equation.
me stop you right away with the math, of course, LA = car car = and bullshit, but so far it escapes the fatal conclusion arithmetic - no, not equal crap.
However, like Alexandra and his hilarious (and true) post on tips, let me (un) show how the car is the loose.
And the only Loose elsewhere (it is the case against him).
That is the only major problems that have crossed our little life at all in California as one month in two years, are closely linked ... or close to the car.
Gasoline, parking, fines, mechanics, costs related to all these things and more ... Not to mention the dear congestion (the 10 to 9, 101 to the 405 or 15h at 2AM, even fight: bites).
But for tonight, let's rather mechanical - I chose to save yourself the disaster of California (that's under normal circumstances), that becomes really problematic when it rains, like today for example. It's normal notice, they do not see rain. ... But then there must cling. Ouch.
short, let us return to our sheep - our cars forgiveness.
Wednesday.
7:38 p.m. , exit office Eight minutes late at rendezvous given by Ondine and JB below immovable for go sport and lyes among latter. We do carpool, and tonight is Ondine gets stuck.
7:45 p.m. , I ride in the car with my bags of dirty laundry. Hey!? It does not start.
7:46 p.m., Ondine is very lucid, she left her headlights on a short time the engine off, and its battery is apparently in poor condition, it has not missed, she was discharged.
Good.
7:52 p.m., we realize the great idea that we had to give us an appointment at the bottom of the building: a nice gentleman from underground parking agrees to help us since we bossons in the building, and it proposes to charge " our "low battery. Nice ...
7:54 p.m., I make in my head for having showed the "+" to the nice gentleman on drums, who sees nothing in the dark, and after being confirmed to me, wonder why it has connected the clip "-" this "+" terminal in question!
7:55 p.m., 'as-a matter of fact', and after a shower of sparks of ill omen, the car goes crazy. That is, the alarm, which Ondine unaware of the existence even five minutes earlier, do not stop ringing, but never varying tones intensity.
7:56 p.m., our eardrums are crushed.
7:58 p.m., the gentle Mr. abdicates, it returns to its underground garage us in dealing a fatal "That battery IS fully loaded !"...
7:59 p.m., the car will not start.
8:00 p.m., in a relentless logic, so we decide to believe in the good words of the gentle Sir, and decree that it does not come from the battery, and we are therefore unable to do anything to fix ourselves things at this point.
8:02 p.m., we begin to consider the possibility of not doing sports.
8:07 p.m., then detergents, too.
8:11 p.m., we settle into the vioture, and we expect AAA, the breakdown service and very inexpensive practice.
8:49 p.m., JB bailey, Ondine phone, I sleep.
9:23 p.m., the tow truck arrives.
10:00 p.m., we sit at the restaurant - Ondine abandoned his car to the garage.
10:04 p.m., Ondine painfully remembers she left her car to be repaired, with heavy financial, not earlier than ... six days before.
... ouch. Evening
painful, really.
Thursday.
is at it again ... almost. Differently anyway. "We" already does that JB.
Poor JB ... December 30 accident, car damn, it is still bogged down with stories of insurance as of today, and his car is part meantime the pound.
But the story of Thursday's lighter.
Indeed, the poor JB has no parking space at home - so he parked his car ruined, and From The pound recovered in a street where parking is easy, free and almost unlimited. "Almost" - that is where the bone.
must indeed clear the street of any vehicle on Thursday morning between 8am and 10am for "street cleaning". JB has already forgotten twice (= more than $ 50 fine). On Thursday, he decided to think about it;)
Ah want?! The car will not start not (I've heard that somewhere) ...
No worries, JB does not take a fine, or pound. And
hop, two hours sitting in his car to chase anything that would resemble closely or remotely to a brigade of "parking enforcement"! True.
Poor JB ... But sacred
JB too! And sacred
cars ... Rather damned.
As for your shot of a servant, he remembers a distant July 21, when his car would not start him either. He remembers having cursed his battery, having waited three hours and fifteen minutes for the arrival of the ex, and he remembers mostly day he realized that its battery never been unloaded and that car lacked started for simple malposition gearbox.
Oops ...
I hate cars.
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