Car Breakdown 10/29
Was it all just a dream? Did last night really happen? It was Friday night and everything seemed to be going as planned. Look, there's my friend Gifty, she's often in my car (getting a ride since she doesn't have one of her own... yet)! And the tow-truck driver guy! He was there too! (Actually, he wasn't really there... not until 3 hours later!) And the little Security Guard... he - he seemed so curious like, like something very unusual had happened. Was it a dream? Or was it real? It was Friday night and everything seemed to be going as planned. Then, something called the gear shift got jammed! All of a sudden the car said, "Hey, if the gear shift's jammed, you can't drive me!" It turns out that none of this was a dream. It's what really happened!
So, I went out with a friend Friday night. I parked my car in the parking so she could get out and my gear shift got stuck! It was pretty annoying - here you have a car which starts and everything but I couldn't change from "Parking" to "Drive," struggle as I did. Eventually, I decided to get the car towed. I waited 3 hours before the tow-truck driver finally arrived. He didn't know the area at all so he had to rely on my instructions which he didn't understand that well because he didn't speak english that well. It was foggy as hell! He would drive, then hit the brake as soon as a highway sign neared by when it was already too late to change lanes to go the right way. Plus, his truck was old and I was freaked out that either it would break down or the car would get left behind.
He took the ramp for 401 east rather than west and then took the exit for 409 headed towards the airport from there. So here we were, at 3.30am in the morning, going around the airport terminal 2 in an old rusted tow truck which was falling apart with a car - MY CAR - precariously hinging on the back of it WITH nothing in sight thanks to the fog. I said my prayers then. I said God, get me out of this mess, oh please save me. He finally took Renforth drive down and miraculously made it to the 401 and going in the right direction! I finally breathed a sigh of relief and was calm enough to initiate some small talk.
I asked him where he was from. "Russia," he replied. "Oh really?" said I, "I have a friend who's from Russia. She taught me a few words but I only remember two of them: Priviet and da." He grunted to indicate that he did not find this the least bit amusing. Then, as if to scorn me further, he asked me which university I went to in Russian. "Huh?" He repeated in English, a smug look on his face which said, "Never pretend to know a language which you don't really know" though I'd never claimed to know it. We spent the rest of our drive in silence with me reiterating the directions every so often. He nodded his head with an expression that seemed to say, "I'm not the moron in here." I glared back with an expression that said, "Oh yeah?!?! Who got totally lost in the airport?" He suddenly turned into this middle-aged Italian man who waved his hand in my face and said, "It's not my fault that I'm not from around here."
I shook myself to consciousness. "Oh boy! It is late!" I thought. We finally pulled into the parking lot of the autoshop where we were leaving the car. My dad wasn't there yet. He showed up soon and I hopped into the van, eagerly awaiting my bed. I pinched myself hard. No, this wasn't a dream at all. It was all indeed real!
So, I went out with a friend Friday night. I parked my car in the parking so she could get out and my gear shift got stuck! It was pretty annoying - here you have a car which starts and everything but I couldn't change from "Parking" to "Drive," struggle as I did. Eventually, I decided to get the car towed. I waited 3 hours before the tow-truck driver finally arrived. He didn't know the area at all so he had to rely on my instructions which he didn't understand that well because he didn't speak english that well. It was foggy as hell! He would drive, then hit the brake as soon as a highway sign neared by when it was already too late to change lanes to go the right way. Plus, his truck was old and I was freaked out that either it would break down or the car would get left behind.
He took the ramp for 401 east rather than west and then took the exit for 409 headed towards the airport from there. So here we were, at 3.30am in the morning, going around the airport terminal 2 in an old rusted tow truck which was falling apart with a car - MY CAR - precariously hinging on the back of it WITH nothing in sight thanks to the fog. I said my prayers then. I said God, get me out of this mess, oh please save me. He finally took Renforth drive down and miraculously made it to the 401 and going in the right direction! I finally breathed a sigh of relief and was calm enough to initiate some small talk.
I asked him where he was from. "Russia," he replied. "Oh really?" said I, "I have a friend who's from Russia. She taught me a few words but I only remember two of them: Priviet and da." He grunted to indicate that he did not find this the least bit amusing. Then, as if to scorn me further, he asked me which university I went to in Russian. "Huh?" He repeated in English, a smug look on his face which said, "Never pretend to know a language which you don't really know" though I'd never claimed to know it. We spent the rest of our drive in silence with me reiterating the directions every so often. He nodded his head with an expression that seemed to say, "I'm not the moron in here." I glared back with an expression that said, "Oh yeah?!?! Who got totally lost in the airport?" He suddenly turned into this middle-aged Italian man who waved his hand in my face and said, "It's not my fault that I'm not from around here."
I shook myself to consciousness. "Oh boy! It is late!" I thought. We finally pulled into the parking lot of the autoshop where we were leaving the car. My dad wasn't there yet. He showed up soon and I hopped into the van, eagerly awaiting my bed. I pinched myself hard. No, this wasn't a dream at all. It was all indeed real!
posted by Moi at 2:20 p.m.
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