Fla Flash
06-10-2002, 11:28 AM
Okay, got back yesterday from a total trap time of 9 hrs in a moving vehicle (total trip time, btw) with my landlady and the Gobbler.Thankfully she doesn't take her rickety ol' 62 Chevy Pickup. She rents a van from a friend of hers (he owns a used truck lot).
Halfway down there, Gobbler panics and pulls off the side of the road. I look at him puzzled. "What?"
"Think we've got a flat.".
We're on 95 South, it's raining, so I get out. None of the tires are flat. We start back up again, everything seems fine. He hits 60 mph and the wheel's shaking like a ten dollar vibrator.
He pulls over again. I shake each wheel. Nothing. He tries to tighten the lug nuts. "Look at this shit!", he says.
I look and stared down at him. "Those are the plastic covers for the lug nuts".
"Oh.".
So we get back in and finish the ride at 55 to Ft. Pierce. We brought all this roofing material (special stuff) to the landlady's sister, and I was gonna fix her computer. Well we unloaded the roofing material onto the back porch and covered it up. I went in and tangled with the beast (and old 486DX-66) and finally got her to boot up. Three times I tried loading Windows 95 in, and 3 times I got fatal exception errors. The clincher was when I heard the hard drive sticking at one point. I looked at my landlady, "I don't have enough lipstick to put on this corpse.".
The gobbler was outside the door and passed an entire beer through his nose. It was priceless. She and her sister laughed and the landlady asks me, "What does it need?"
Looking at her blankly, "a burial."
So she decides the next computer show, she's taking me with her and we'll pick something new up for her sister. After five years fucking with that same damned computer, thank god. *shudders*
Just before we're ready to leave Saturday afternoon, the sisters start arguing. I know everybody fights, but man there were laser beams and death rays bouncing all over the place.
The gobbler pulls me aside, "C'mon, they're gonna need to fight and make up. I've got beer in the cooler."
So I waltz around to the van's side door, he hands me a beer and shakes his head. "Every damn time they get together, they've got to fight. Just the way they are."
I looked at him. "Sometimes people aren't smart enough to back off, and walk away for a while because they're more interested in being right than doing right."
He looked at me for a minute. "Yeah, you might be right. That's probably what I should do when she pisses me off."
I nodded. "Better than smacking each other around."
He nodded.
We changed the tire, while they continued the fight, and within an hour they'd made up and we headed home.
I wonder if he got the message
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Halfway down there, Gobbler panics and pulls off the side of the road. I look at him puzzled. "What?"
"Think we've got a flat.".
We're on 95 South, it's raining, so I get out. None of the tires are flat. We start back up again, everything seems fine. He hits 60 mph and the wheel's shaking like a ten dollar vibrator.
He pulls over again. I shake each wheel. Nothing. He tries to tighten the lug nuts. "Look at this shit!", he says.
I look and stared down at him. "Those are the plastic covers for the lug nuts".
"Oh.".
So we get back in and finish the ride at 55 to Ft. Pierce. We brought all this roofing material (special stuff) to the landlady's sister, and I was gonna fix her computer. Well we unloaded the roofing material onto the back porch and covered it up. I went in and tangled with the beast (and old 486DX-66) and finally got her to boot up. Three times I tried loading Windows 95 in, and 3 times I got fatal exception errors. The clincher was when I heard the hard drive sticking at one point. I looked at my landlady, "I don't have enough lipstick to put on this corpse.".
The gobbler was outside the door and passed an entire beer through his nose. It was priceless. She and her sister laughed and the landlady asks me, "What does it need?"
Looking at her blankly, "a burial."
So she decides the next computer show, she's taking me with her and we'll pick something new up for her sister. After five years fucking with that same damned computer, thank god. *shudders*
Just before we're ready to leave Saturday afternoon, the sisters start arguing. I know everybody fights, but man there were laser beams and death rays bouncing all over the place.
The gobbler pulls me aside, "C'mon, they're gonna need to fight and make up. I've got beer in the cooler."
So I waltz around to the van's side door, he hands me a beer and shakes his head. "Every damn time they get together, they've got to fight. Just the way they are."
I looked at him. "Sometimes people aren't smart enough to back off, and walk away for a while because they're more interested in being right than doing right."
He looked at me for a minute. "Yeah, you might be right. That's probably what I should do when she pisses me off."
I nodded. "Better than smacking each other around."
He nodded.
We changed the tire, while they continued the fight, and within an hour they'd made up and we headed home.
I wonder if he got the message
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