About three weeks ago, my dad’s car was involved in an accident at the intersection of Krantzview and Winston, when the other driver failed to stop at the stop sign. There was a fair deal of damage to the front of the car. Anyway, to cut a long story short, his car went in for repairs yesterday (after sorting out the red tape and bureaucratic mess that is car insurance). My dad was given a courtesy car – an old VW Golf with 200,000 kilometres on the clock. Now, this car is really something else. For starters, it’s a Golf (and an old one at that), so it struggles getting up Field’s Hill. But that’s not all folks – this car has a will of it’s own. Think “Herbie” or “K.I.T.T.” and you’ll be getting there. The choke (yes, ladies and gentlemen, there are still cars with manual chokes in this day and age of electronic fuel injection) occasionally decides to switch on by itself. But that’s nothing compared to the rear windscreen wiper. It switched on by itself on the way home yesterday, and no amount of frantic lever pulling would turn it off. I have no idea how my dad finally got that thing to stop. Now, for the other things wrong with it: the accelerator pedal conveniently detaches at high speeds, none of the four wheels are the same, and dashboard illumination? What dashboard illumination? We’re stuck with this thing for around two weeks, by the way.
I wouldn’t mind a Golf as a cheap, second-hand car (when I’m earning enough money to afford a car, that is). But please, dear Lord, may I never own a car like this one…
In the meantime, I have reached an important conclusion in my life, that being that Girls Are A Waste Of Time. I forgot to switch my cellphone on this morning; when I finally remembered (a few minutes ago), I was greeted by three messages. The first two were sent by some girl that I know and were of the “are you interested in me” genre – sent when I’d already turned my phone off for the night (I tend to be an early sleeper and a late riser). The third was sent at around 9:00 today, by $girl, and was a rather rude “forget it” message. Yes, I know that I should have remembered to turn my phone on that morning, but still, you’d expect $girl to show a little more patience (I mean, if $girl was really interested in me, then surely $girl wouldn’t mind waiting for me to switch my phone on?). I did respond with a jerith-style reply (which I will refrain from posting, for reasons that I’m sure you’re all aware of). Girls are simply a waste of time, effort and money.
Anyway, that’s enough ranting from me for one morning. Time to hit the submit button and watch as the RSS feeds go crazy over the larger-than-average number of posts that I’ve been submitted lately.