$700 punch
One of the better weekends on record. I got to connect with an old friend in a way that surprised me on a lot of levels. Life is better with better people in it. I know that first couple of sentences doesn’t really explain a lot but I am in a great mood and it has everything to do with the humans I encountered. If this was all I had to post this would be pretty boring but I do have a story that I eluded to in the title.
I told you about the week of my move but I left out one story that happened on moving morning. I mentioned that the move was on a clock to beat the Saint Patrick’s Day parade. As my movers were great they packed up and were on their way to my new place as I scrambled over to my parking space a block away in my office building. Ran to my car and drove down the ramp only to be stopped after the gate rose up by a crack zombie wearing at least six winter coats. I know this detail because his battery died right in front of my car.
He stood there dead ass still with no way for me to drive around. I waited for two excruciating minutes with no movement so I decided to see if he died on his feet by tapping my horn. His eyes flew open and he turned toward the disturbance (me) simultaneously lashing out with his fist. He punched my car square in the grill, stared into the back of my eyeballs, and shuffled on his way. I didn’t like the attack but it got me on my way. Ten miles into my trip my Front Collision Warning censor said it was no longer working via its warning light. After a couple more miles the light shut off.
Over the next few days the light came on and off until I hit a toddler deep pothole and it never shut off again. The next time I remembered to do so I checked the front for damage and saw none but the sensor looked a little pushed in. Not being a mechanic I made an appointment with one. In my brain someone was just going to straighten something and send me on my merry way.
He punched my car right in its nose that I didn’t know was there…
That appointment happened Saturday and I wont bore you with the technical details but I left that place $700 lighter. In the end I wasn’t even mad. Shit happens and my impatient ass might have deserved it. Also, this stupid car has been designed with a glass jaw.