So I'm at work two hours early. Why's that, I hear you say? Because the dealership still has my car, of course! I tried calling for it yesterday, and was told that it was waiting for a hoist, and it should just be a few more days.
A few more days??
My father, who I have been relying upon to cart me around (my mom is in Rochester, NY, looking for places to live), had an appointment at the dentist at 8:00, and then has to go to the hospital (he is scheduled to have bariatric surgery next Tuesday) at 10:30. So he had to drop me off on the way, along with the dogs, in case the real estate buzzards decide they want to show the house again -- they've taken to ambushing us, leaving messages 10 minutes before they are going to show up and whatnot. The other day they showed up while I was in the basement working out, and my dad just happened to show up then, or else they would've tried to show the house with the dogs and I still in it.
The problem is, the Detroit area has a horrible public transportation system. All it has are buses, and near as I can tell, it has different bus systems for the city itself, and for the greater metropolitan area. See, the car manufacturers, represented by the Ford plant across the street from the Ford dealership that is currently holding my car hostage, supressed the development of a viable public transportation system, in order to make sure that its employees all bought automobiles themselves. They quashed the trolley system that was in Detroit, way back when, although admittedly, that would do little to help me now. And Livonia, where I live, is particularly unfriendly when it comes to the automobile-less: because it started out as a bunch of incorporated townships, there is no main street, or center of town. It's 36 square miles of subdivisions and strip malls.
Michigan also has some of the worst roads in the country, just awful potholes, thanks to former governor John "Bloated Sack of Rancid Manure" Engler. Really, the potholes are legendary: every winter there's at least one incident where a pothole's so big that it swallows a car. It's hard on your car, and definitely on the tires -- I have to change flat tires fairly regularly. It's my belief that this is also a plot by automobile manufacturers, to make sure everybody's car gets beat to hell so they have to buy a new one sooner. Given the history of their meddling, this doesn't sound quite as wacky as it otherwise might.
I want. The hell. Out. More to the point, I want my g-damned car, so's I can drive myself out. The dealership has had it since Friday, the appointment was for Monday at 7:30 AM, and as of 7:30 AM Wednesday morning, they still haven't determined what the hell is wrong with it.
(I'm also concerned because the longer they have it, the more expensive I expect the repairs to be. I'm not exactly made of money here!)
On top of that, there is no new Lost tonight, no new Gilmore Girls last night, and no comics that I'm even remotely interested in being released today. DAMN YOU, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 13, 2005! You mock me with your insolence!
Song: The Buzzcocks, "Fast Cars"
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Alternate Song Choice: "This is Hell", Elvis Costello.
Hope this wednesday is better! Should be--a two hour Lost! And is it just me, or is Alias uber b-o-r-i-n-g?
Except Lost isn't new, right? It won't be new until May 4, and between now and then, we can look forward to a clip show, to catch everyone up!
I'm actually liking Alias, but then they had me at Anna Espinosa. And, of course, Joel Gray: between him, Liza Minelli's time on Arrested Development, and Michael York's tenure on Gilmore Girls, it's like the cast of Cabaret is infiltrating my favorite shows. But Alias isn't compelling in the way it was when Evil Francie roamed the earth, and Irina was locked in the CIA's closet.
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