- Apr 18, 2001
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I can finally say my bus stranded me.
I should have known he would do something to me when he took a bite out of my favorite hawaiian shirt while I was moving through the walkthrough at a Mc Donalds. I was just going back to grab a book to read while eating and RRRIIIIIIIP! Took off the shirt, put on a sweatshirt I keep in the bus, and went to eat.
Then, on the way home and looking for a flower shop (15th anniversary) and of course there are no more to be found, push on the clutch pedal and hear a "TTTWANGGGG" and the pedal goes to the floor.
Slam the bus into second so I can get it into a parking lot (sorry about that gear bus!!) and start calling the wife. Of course, she let the bill go on her cell so she's been without for a while now, so I call the house, her parents, etc. Nothing. Sigh. I'm only a couple miles from home in Anaheim, so I grab the laptop bag out of the bus, cover anything that might make the bus a target for a breakin, and start walking.
I pass some "wonderful" neighborhoods. You know the kind, ones with 15 year old kids outside playing with switchblades and butterfly knives. Ahhh. Home. I'm glad I'm not a skinny longhair anymore! While I bitch about putting on weight, this is one of the few times when I LIKE having some bulk. Especially I'm carrying a laptop bag with IBM emblazoned on the side.
I'm home now, on the laptop, and the bus is all alone in a parking lot in front of a Smart & Final. After a few minutes to relax I'll start seeing if any of the FLAPS around here have a clutch cable (and hope that's it). With any luck the wife will show up with the Volvo to go get said cable and see if I can install it in the dark.
Good times.
I should have known he would do something to me when he took a bite out of my favorite hawaiian shirt while I was moving through the walkthrough at a Mc Donalds. I was just going back to grab a book to read while eating and RRRIIIIIIIP! Took off the shirt, put on a sweatshirt I keep in the bus, and went to eat.
Then, on the way home and looking for a flower shop (15th anniversary) and of course there are no more to be found, push on the clutch pedal and hear a "TTTWANGGGG" and the pedal goes to the floor.
Slam the bus into second so I can get it into a parking lot (sorry about that gear bus!!) and start calling the wife. Of course, she let the bill go on her cell so she's been without for a while now, so I call the house, her parents, etc. Nothing. Sigh. I'm only a couple miles from home in Anaheim, so I grab the laptop bag out of the bus, cover anything that might make the bus a target for a breakin, and start walking.
I pass some "wonderful" neighborhoods. You know the kind, ones with 15 year old kids outside playing with switchblades and butterfly knives. Ahhh. Home. I'm glad I'm not a skinny longhair anymore! While I bitch about putting on weight, this is one of the few times when I LIKE having some bulk. Especially I'm carrying a laptop bag with IBM emblazoned on the side.
I'm home now, on the laptop, and the bus is all alone in a parking lot in front of a Smart & Final. After a few minutes to relax I'll start seeing if any of the FLAPS around here have a clutch cable (and hope that's it). With any luck the wife will show up with the Volvo to go get said cable and see if I can install it in the dark.
Good times.
