Yesterday Bill had new tires put onto his car. We had agreed that I'd meet him at the shop and he'd drop me by my office so he could use my car. Somehow he got it twisted around and came by my office before going to the shop. Doh!
So, I jump in my little car with it's little engine and he says he'll follow me to the shop. Okay. He's in his V6, I've got a 4 banger so he should be able to keep up.
I lost him in the parking lot.
I almost died laughing when I checked in my rear view mirror and saw that he was just pulling out to the street as I was 1/2 way to the first stop sign. How he managed to get lost in the 200 yards I'll never know. So, I try driving "carefully" like an old lady really. I make full stops, I signal, I don't exceed the speed limit, I merge cautiously, etc.
It still feels like I'm having to pull him along in his fancy newer and more powerful car. We get to the shop and he transfers his work stuff to my car. The inside of my car is like camping. There's dirt and dust, food wrappers, shopping bags, other stuff that seems alien in origin. He opts for the trunk thinking it might be cleaner. Right!!! It's packed up to the brim with the CD holder, misc clothes, boxes, crafting supplies, books, etc. He settles for the back seat after shoving all flotsam off.
I get dropped off at work and the deal is that he picks me up at 5pm. I call him at 5 and he hasn't even called the shop to see if his car is finished. I kinda expected it, so he finally calls back and says he's on his way. I don't know where he's driving from, but nothing is more than 20 minutes away. I sat out front of the office enjoying the sun for about 35 minutes. I read a couple of brochures from my purse that I've been meaning to get to.
I wasn't looking when he finally arrived, but he beeped the car horn. At first I expected to see the Roadrunner. My car has this ridiculous excuse for a horn that sounds like a whiney geek with a sinus cold. I look up and here is this guy who's 6'2" and 250 lbs plus all shoved into the driver side. He looks like that cartoon superhero dad. I think the car may be riding a little low on the driver side.
We had a laugh when I asked why he honked. It wasn't totally neccesary for him to do that to get my attention. He admitted that he had used the horn earlier in traffic forgetting how retarded it sounded. It embarrassed him and he thought that somehow I had forgotten how stupid my horn sounded.
Nope! In fact, if I upgrade anything on the car before I resell it, it will be the horn. The company I work for deals in semi-truck transportation, so I bet I could get a sweet deal on a freighter horn. Unfortunately I will also probably have to install a seperate power supply for the horn since I'm pretty sure one honk from that would stall the car engine. LOL My sales pitch for the car?
"Used car. Base model with no radio, manual steering, manual windows and locks, but upgraded horn. Will sell to good home or circus clown."
