Fear me. I am the zombie of death.
Scribing at 2:31 p.m. on 2004-12-28
Well, at least I was this morning.
Remember my lovely wife unit's snooty car that doesn't like me?
back.in.the.shop.again.
I'm not even gloating this time, though. (Definitely wasn't gloating before I found out they would repair it AGAIN and give it back free of charge. Prior to that, DEFINITELY wasn't gloating, since we're so broke) I mostly couldn't gloat because I had to get up at the crack of doom to drive her to work, since they had to keep the beast overnight.
I did. I seriously felt like the zombie of death driving her in there this morning. My eyes didn't even bother focusing all the way until about 20 minutes after I was home. Ow. -yawning-
Her car has now found passive/aggressive ways to torture me. Her car needs to see a good therapist.
Sheesh.
