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August 14, 2003
Yeah, so where was I. No sooner does the taxi reach 14k miles then the air conditioning goes kaput. I'd prefer that this happened while the owner was driving it, but no such luck. I was driving last night, and suddenly it started to get warmer. And warmer. The partition steamed up. I couldn't see out the windows. And then, I figured it out. The A/C had been grievously injured by the random 'Quality is Job 1!' Crown Victoria curse.
So I quit for the night and went and bitched and moaned about it to taxi owner Gabriel. Gabe has been very lazy in the past week. Hasn't worked at all. In theory, I could've been out there knocking 'em dead 24/7. The reality would've been the opposite. He had been planning to return to work today. 'HEY? GUESS WHAT? YOU CAN'T WORK SUCKAH!!!! I BROKE YOUR TAXI!!! SHOULD'VE WORKED WHILE YOU HAD THE CHANCE!'
Say hello to Mr. Chain-Smoking Mechanic Guy, 'cos we're temporarily fucked.
We decided that dumping it at the originating Ford dealer and begging/pleading for mercy would be the most rational and well-planned thing to do. So early this morning we took a trip to Queens, a place I have never been. Ever. I mean, Northern Boulevard??? Please. I know parts of Nebraska better than Queens.
I await the outcome of this somewhat interesting development. For now, I'm under the impression that I hit a bad bump and knocked a cable or switch askew. In general, I wish everything everything that went wrong could be described as 'askew'. That way it'd leave only a few minor adjustments to set everything aright.
It'd be a great world then.
But I might have a better story. My almost-80-year-old step-father got into an 'I ripped off your bumper and whatareyagonnadoaboutit' accident with a yellow taxi driver. Fisticuffs followed; the police were called, I need to get some definitive versions before I figure out what might have actually happened. O boy o boy o boy.
So I quit for the night and went and bitched and moaned about it to taxi owner Gabriel. Gabe has been very lazy in the past week. Hasn't worked at all. In theory, I could've been out there knocking 'em dead 24/7. The reality would've been the opposite. He had been planning to return to work today. 'HEY? GUESS WHAT? YOU CAN'T WORK SUCKAH!!!! I BROKE YOUR TAXI!!! SHOULD'VE WORKED WHILE YOU HAD THE CHANCE!'
Say hello to Mr. Chain-Smoking Mechanic Guy, 'cos we're temporarily fucked.
We decided that dumping it at the originating Ford dealer and begging/pleading for mercy would be the most rational and well-planned thing to do. So early this morning we took a trip to Queens, a place I have never been. Ever. I mean, Northern Boulevard??? Please. I know parts of Nebraska better than Queens.
I await the outcome of this somewhat interesting development. For now, I'm under the impression that I hit a bad bump and knocked a cable or switch askew. In general, I wish everything everything that went wrong could be described as 'askew'. That way it'd leave only a few minor adjustments to set everything aright.
It'd be a great world then.
But I might have a better story. My almost-80-year-old step-father got into an 'I ripped off your bumper and whatareyagonnadoaboutit' accident with a yellow taxi driver. Fisticuffs followed; the police were called, I need to get some definitive versions before I figure out what might have actually happened. O boy o boy o boy.
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