Tuesday, September 20, 2005

Pouring

It never rains but it pours.

Lovely saying. I think I shall write it prettily upon a tidy little scrappet of dainty, scented, embossed stationery, tuck it into a exquisitely hand-decorated parchment envelope and then stomp on it.

Yes. That would be lovely. Most satisfying.

Great Scott's car had an altercation with a deer on the way home last night. Deer and cars are not friends. Not even on speaking terms. Not, that is, unless you count "Bleeeettt!!!" (uttered by the deer) as a speaking term. The car left the scene of the accident upright. The deer did not. The car, however, did not escape unscathed. We will be taking it for trips to a body shop and a mechanic.

My own car just got back from the mechanic a few weeks ago. The coolant system was having difficulties. We were told that if the measures he'd taken didn't do the trick, we would be looking at a repair costing several hundred dollars. Last night shortly before Great Scott arrived home from his car's unhappy deer incident, I discovered, that indeed, the trick had not been done.

"Not a problem," my dad assured us. He still isn't driving, so my mother prepared to pop over to loan us her car (and drive his truck) again while Great Scott's is out of commission. Mom's car wouldn't start.

If we had a horse, its legs would drop off.

13 comments:

Feeble Knees said...

At least you could shoot the horse...

(apologies to animal lovers/activists; I'm not advocating animal cruelty!)

ugh. yup, write it down and stomp on it. might provide some measure of satisfaction, if nothing else...

GrumpyTeacher1 said...

We had another huge limb that dropped off. Is that like a horse? The main camera for the yearbook just quit working too.


(Insert wavering screech of madness here.)

Megan said...

"Wavering screech of madness": priceless. I HOPE you meant to counter frustration with humor, because that was the funniest account of transportation problems I have ever read! But I am sorry for your vehicles (and the deer). Hope you are car-trouble-free very soon.

Lauren said...

Eek! Hoping Scott is okay at least. Must be or you would have called us. Sorry to hear about the cars, let us know if we can do anything to help. And no, you cannot borrow the shot gun to blast the car...tempting as that might be.

GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Shotgun? I have a 10 pound hammer that is much more satisfying.

Then again, there's the ax.

Feeble Knees said...

sledgehammer. definitely. think of the release - oh sweet adrenaline rush!

GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Feeble Knees,

I like the way you think.

tim said...

Having used a sledge hammer and a pickaxe both to smash away at an unsuspecting car, I can authoratatively reccomend a pick axe. It makes a beautiful "shunk" sound when it punctures the thin metal (was that onamonapia! I've always wanted to say onomonopia but it is so hard to squeeze into ordinary conversation or spell!).

Oh holy jesus great scott, tell me how black beauty is, and in the mean time don't go anywhere near anything lest you curse it.

Connie said...

Yup,
They say the legs are the last thing to go. Which is a good thing when everything else is falling apart. I can always walk. But then, this is a small town and nowhere is farther than twenty minutes by shanks pony from anywhere else. Trust you vehicular woes have subsided.

GrumpyTeacher1 said...

Tim,

You should have said something sooner...

Black Beauty is at the photo shop even as I write.

We are back in Filmland.

Cindy said...

Feebs--The funny thing is, my sister's husband suggested we might just take the car out and shoot it. I'm seeing a pattern...

Megan--So glad our humble troubles could be of entertainment value to you! ;)

Lauren--Yep, all is working out. Frustrating, but working out. What do you mean borrow a gun? Do you have any idea how many of the things we HAVE in this house?

Tim--Onomatopoeia!!! Get a dictionary, Dude!!! (Aren't you glad you had Great Scott for a teacher instead of me?) ;) I really like "shunk". Oh yeah. That's nice.

Connie--Small towns are great. Unfortunately, we live about 15 miles outside our small town. Quite a walk! "Shanks pony" I'd not heard that phrase before. Snifty!

Great Scott!--Your dad once identified himself to me as "a tear 'em up kinda guy." Could this be genetic?

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