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dragojustine My car wouldn't start. First of all, y'all should know that I have Issues. Namely, car trouble terrifies me. Basically, cars and engines and mechanical things and moving parts utterly baffle and intimidate me and frighten me. I hate so utterly not understanding something, because I am used to thinking of myself as an intelligent person able to understand any damn thing I put my mind to but engines? I can't and that makes me frightened, intimidated, and therefore very, very, very angry.
Dude, shift the context of that only slightly, and I'm like a walking study in xenophobia/homophobia/racism/whatever. I can't help it. I do not understand, therefore I fear, therefore I hate, car engines.
Anyway, I thought it would just need a jump. But then it wouldn't jump. And then it was this huge whole big to-do and Dustin was missing work and stressing himself out to help me even though I kept telling him to go to work and the car was doing this weird thing with the car alarm going off whenever you touched it with jumper cables and I was sure the boy was going to electrocute himself and it looked like there might be something wrong with the electrical system and I was sure I was going to have to call a tow and I was just dreading the thought of dealing with car mechanics because I hate car mechanics (nothing personal, but they speak gibberish at you and all you can do is nod and smile and pay them whatever they ask for because what do you know? and I find that humiliating and frightening) and it was going to be expensive and AAAAH!
Then, while all this was going on, I had to let in the Time Warner people to activate our phone line and my cell phone wasn't working in the garage and I didn't have my key thingie to let them into the apartment complex and it wasn't a big deal but I was so damn stressed already that... you know?
On the plus side, by yesterday late afternoon I had both a working car and a phone line. So, that worked out, but I was so traumatized that I went straight to the grocery store and have been eating Halloween candy ever since.
Nobody has called me back about a job.
Dude, shift the context of that only slightly, and I'm like a walking study in xenophobia/homophobia/racism/whatever. I can't help it. I do not understand, therefore I fear, therefore I hate, car engines.
Anyway, I thought it would just need a jump. But then it wouldn't jump. And then it was this huge whole big to-do and Dustin was missing work and stressing himself out to help me even though I kept telling him to go to work and the car was doing this weird thing with the car alarm going off whenever you touched it with jumper cables and I was sure the boy was going to electrocute himself and it looked like there might be something wrong with the electrical system and I was sure I was going to have to call a tow and I was just dreading the thought of dealing with car mechanics because I hate car mechanics (nothing personal, but they speak gibberish at you and all you can do is nod and smile and pay them whatever they ask for because what do you know? and I find that humiliating and frightening) and it was going to be expensive and AAAAH!
Then, while all this was going on, I had to let in the Time Warner people to activate our phone line and my cell phone wasn't working in the garage and I didn't have my key thingie to let them into the apartment complex and it wasn't a big deal but I was so damn stressed already that... you know?
On the plus side, by yesterday late afternoon I had both a working car and a phone line. So, that worked out, but I was so traumatized that I went straight to the grocery store and have been eating Halloween candy ever since.
Nobody has called me back about a job.
