Sunday, December 14, 2008


My Jeep looks rather stately on the back of a flatbed truck, hitching a ride on a frigid Saturday evening. The 2 1/2hr wait out in the cold for the tow guy to show up was a bit much. I like to take solace in the fact that I am the proud owner of a 2 and a half ton $30,000 fuckin paperweight. I'm going out on a limb here....that's just about awesome. I've made three payments all of which I could take the receipts from and place under a tire so they won't blow away in the wind.

When a dealership sells a customer a particular vehicle, one would assume that while driving down the street that the entire electrical system won't shut down, the steering wheel won't lock up, the engine will not flatline, the starter won't fry, and you won't have to wait in the cold for a grease monkey to bail you out of a jam with flashing yellow lights on.

I'm officially south of happy about the whole situation. Someone is getting lit on Fire, bright and early Monday Morning.


ONeill said...

And you had to miss all the drinking(curling) action.

Shaggy Bob said...

That's what really pissed me off. We were on our way to the club when it happened. Although it's better to wait 2 hrs within a golf balls distance from your apartment than to wait in the slums of the 'Dirt.