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It all started with bad techno...
Jul. 18th, 2003 07:50 amThis is your basic Bitch-Post... please feelfree to skip it.
First off, 6am is a terrible time to be awake. Especially when you are about to go to the gym. When we got to the gym, they were playing the most obnoxious Techno music in the WORLD! Now, I'm a fan of *good* techno... but this was that annoying background techno that is just annoying. At 6 in the morning, all it does is induce massive headaches. I made a big fuss about it and eneded up storming out of the gym.
Next up, some dude from Ebay registered a complaint through PayPal against me becuase he never received his item. Not my fault that it's lost in the mail! However, PayPal only gives you two options when it comes to a complaint; either give the customer their money back, or provide a tracking number that proves the person actually received the order. Since mail service with tracking and delivery confirmation costs much more than regular shipping, I have no such proof. So now I'm out the $15 AND the item I sent!
Then we were supposed to go to the first part of my Small Business classes in down-town Seattle. Crystal and I had decided that our car was being wonky enough that we should limit the area we drov in to basically just the distance between her work and our house, but this was important; I decided to drive.
We got lost. Ended up driving all the way through South Seattle in to Renton. In renton, the "Low Coolant" light came on. We turned around and headed back towards Seattle to try and find South Jackson.
The car stopped in the area of Rainier Avenue South and Martin Luther King Jr. Way. For those of you who know Seattle, you know this isn't really a very good area to break down. Water pouring out of our radiator, surrounded by "helpful" homeless people.... it was less than perfect. Plus, I had now officially missed the first class of my Small Business Classes, a course that you are not allowed to miss even one session of. So THAT'S screwed.
We called Butch (my brother) adn he came down to look at it. More on that after this:
In order, here are the "Colorful Cast of Characters" who "helped" us with our car:
Now back to our regularly scheduled story:
Butch showed up and deduced that the radiator was shot. Water came cascading out of it as quickly as we could put it in. Luckilly, Butch is a Snap-On dealer and has so many connections, he's probably less than 7 steps away from Kevin Bacon.
So we had a choice; we could either leave the car there over night and get it towe daway fro free n the morning, or Butch could call in a "favor" owed to him and he could get it towed that night. At first, we had decided to just wait till morning since that would be the easiest way to do things... but as we were pushing the car in to a parking spot, we attracted quite a crowd of folks looking at our car as if it were a Spanish Galleon, and they were several ships of pirates. Butch decided to call in that favor owed to him and get the car towed.
First off, 6am is a terrible time to be awake. Especially when you are about to go to the gym. When we got to the gym, they were playing the most obnoxious Techno music in the WORLD! Now, I'm a fan of *good* techno... but this was that annoying background techno that is just annoying. At 6 in the morning, all it does is induce massive headaches. I made a big fuss about it and eneded up storming out of the gym.
Next up, some dude from Ebay registered a complaint through PayPal against me becuase he never received his item. Not my fault that it's lost in the mail! However, PayPal only gives you two options when it comes to a complaint; either give the customer their money back, or provide a tracking number that proves the person actually received the order. Since mail service with tracking and delivery confirmation costs much more than regular shipping, I have no such proof. So now I'm out the $15 AND the item I sent!
Then we were supposed to go to the first part of my Small Business classes in down-town Seattle. Crystal and I had decided that our car was being wonky enough that we should limit the area we drov in to basically just the distance between her work and our house, but this was important; I decided to drive.
We got lost. Ended up driving all the way through South Seattle in to Renton. In renton, the "Low Coolant" light came on. We turned around and headed back towards Seattle to try and find South Jackson.
The car stopped in the area of Rainier Avenue South and Martin Luther King Jr. Way. For those of you who know Seattle, you know this isn't really a very good area to break down. Water pouring out of our radiator, surrounded by "helpful" homeless people.... it was less than perfect. Plus, I had now officially missed the first class of my Small Business Classes, a course that you are not allowed to miss even one session of. So THAT'S screwed.
We called Butch (my brother) adn he came down to look at it. More on that after this:
In order, here are the "Colorful Cast of Characters" who "helped" us with our car:
"William", who came over on his bike, saw the water flowing from the car, told us it was probably the Heater Core, then launched in to his sad story about his wife and 2 kids and all he needs is a dollar for the bus.
"Shouty", who didn't bother with the song-and-dance of being helpful and just shouted at us "Fiddy Cent? Fiddy Cent? Ciggarette? Ciggarette? Bah!"
"Rich Old White Dude", who drove up in this incredibly expensive sports car from 1993 (perfect condition, he told us it was the Road & Track Car of The Future form 1993), told us that he wished he could have afforded the car when he was younger, then drove off.
"Mike & Wife", who drove up and told us that he had a mechanic right acorss the street. We told him we had it handled, but he was excited and ran off to fetch his mechanic.
"Sancho", who was aparently the Mechanic Mike had talked about since Mike & Wife were with him. he drove up in a beat-up Toyota Van of some sort and tried to sell us his vehicle. He was very persistant.
Now back to our regularly scheduled story:
Butch showed up and deduced that the radiator was shot. Water came cascading out of it as quickly as we could put it in. Luckilly, Butch is a Snap-On dealer and has so many connections, he's probably less than 7 steps away from Kevin Bacon.
So we had a choice; we could either leave the car there over night and get it towe daway fro free n the morning, or Butch could call in a "favor" owed to him and he could get it towed that night. At first, we had decided to just wait till morning since that would be the easiest way to do things... but as we were pushing the car in to a parking spot, we attracted quite a crowd of folks looking at our car as if it were a Spanish Galleon, and they were several ships of pirates. Butch decided to call in that favor owed to him and get the car towed.
