What a Bloody Evening
I don't usually use this spot to let out my feelings, but this time I decided that I must, you will see why.
Day goes fairly good, a lot of work but nothing that one couldn't handle. I have planned to go to a friends house for a jamming session, and agreed to bring my sister along. I hadn't seen her in a long time so it would be a good opportunity, and her friend would be there too so, two birds.
Finish work at 9:45, switch off the radio at work and turn on the radio in the car and carry on listening to the game.
I get to my sisters place, and of course I gotta wait there for 5 minutes until she finishes putting on her shoes and comes out (which btw was supposed to be ten minutes ago). Not too bad so far because I already expected this. Half way there she realises that she left a bottle of wine at home that she really must bring it with. Back we go, and the wine is in the car.
We finnally make it to my friends house, with the radio volume up and down everytime something exciting happenes in between conversation chat. We get inside just to see the first and last two goals of the game (of which I predicted the first!) and then sit down for shwarma and guitar. We went through some really awesome kumzits songs, and was really getting into the rythm.
"There is a car outside and it is stopped in the middle of the road with the engine on!"
This old guy in a white VW gets out of his car with no shoes on, leaves the car in the middle of the street (busy street) and starts walking around in circles huffing and puffing!
Some history: We know this guy. Last week he pulls up outside, stands by the curb engine on and huffing a puffing like he is now. We ignore him, but I am palying by the window, and am glance every so often to see what is happening. At one point I look out and I see him reversing. "Smack" right into the back of my car! No exageration, my car jumped back a foot. I am really pissed. I chuck down my guitar and run downstairs, make an issue out of it even though my car, for some really strange reason, isn't even scratched! But seeing someone back into you pride and joy is no pleasent sight and I made the guy promise to pay me £200 after I took down all his details.
Back to the present. He is in the middle of the road now and facing my car. If he would hit me this time there is no doubt that there would be real damage. I decide to call the police, as the guy is deffinitely in no condition to drive and he is in the middle of the road.
In the meantime I go downstairs. Whilst being concerned about my car I am also concerned that this guy makes back to his bed alive without counts of manslaughter. I get downstaris and he is in his car parked in front of me again, I am not sure how he managed it without hitting me, but he did. He gets out the car and I start talking to him. He pulls out a envelope with £60 and gives me 50 after I mentioned to him that he hit me last time and asked him why he is driving gain. I took the money but gave it straight back to him. He was in his PJ's, no shoes on, clearly not aware of his surroundings, and there was no way I was going to accept for what could have been his last £50 for the week.
Standing there waiting for the police, he asks me to call a cab service that he knows (still huffing and puffing), as he realises that he aint gonna make it home if he tries driving.
The police and the cab pull up at the same time, sort something out, assure us that he is not getting hold of his car keys anytime soon, thanked us and left.
-End of Episode 1-
Driving home, I pass by my sisters place to drop her off. "Do you smell wine?!" The whole bloody bottle that "was so impotant" spills all over the back seats and over a really nice sweater! "We didn't end up drinking it, sorry"!
Now, do I not only have the whole nebech story on my mind, I am also pissed as hell, and I mean pissed as hell, because I just paid heavy to have the interior cleaned properly. My car stinks of wine and my nice sweater looks like it had been mixed with darks in the wash. I can't really say much either, because it is my younger sister and you can't do anything other than say "it's ok, leave it to me". What I do for my sisters sometimes!
That was pretty much the end of it, although it might not have been if I'd have knocked over those two guys that ran into the road not looking out for "pissed off confused guy who had an awesome jam session that played a very minor role in his night out". What a bloody night!
Day goes fairly good, a lot of work but nothing that one couldn't handle. I have planned to go to a friends house for a jamming session, and agreed to bring my sister along. I hadn't seen her in a long time so it would be a good opportunity, and her friend would be there too so, two birds.
Finish work at 9:45, switch off the radio at work and turn on the radio in the car and carry on listening to the game.
I get to my sisters place, and of course I gotta wait there for 5 minutes until she finishes putting on her shoes and comes out (which btw was supposed to be ten minutes ago). Not too bad so far because I already expected this. Half way there she realises that she left a bottle of wine at home that she really must bring it with. Back we go, and the wine is in the car.
We finnally make it to my friends house, with the radio volume up and down everytime something exciting happenes in between conversation chat. We get inside just to see the first and last two goals of the game (of which I predicted the first!) and then sit down for shwarma and guitar. We went through some really awesome kumzits songs, and was really getting into the rythm.
"There is a car outside and it is stopped in the middle of the road with the engine on!"
This old guy in a white VW gets out of his car with no shoes on, leaves the car in the middle of the street (busy street) and starts walking around in circles huffing and puffing!
Some history: We know this guy. Last week he pulls up outside, stands by the curb engine on and huffing a puffing like he is now. We ignore him, but I am palying by the window, and am glance every so often to see what is happening. At one point I look out and I see him reversing. "Smack" right into the back of my car! No exageration, my car jumped back a foot. I am really pissed. I chuck down my guitar and run downstairs, make an issue out of it even though my car, for some really strange reason, isn't even scratched! But seeing someone back into you pride and joy is no pleasent sight and I made the guy promise to pay me £200 after I took down all his details.
Back to the present. He is in the middle of the road now and facing my car. If he would hit me this time there is no doubt that there would be real damage. I decide to call the police, as the guy is deffinitely in no condition to drive and he is in the middle of the road.
In the meantime I go downstairs. Whilst being concerned about my car I am also concerned that this guy makes back to his bed alive without counts of manslaughter. I get downstaris and he is in his car parked in front of me again, I am not sure how he managed it without hitting me, but he did. He gets out the car and I start talking to him. He pulls out a envelope with £60 and gives me 50 after I mentioned to him that he hit me last time and asked him why he is driving gain. I took the money but gave it straight back to him. He was in his PJ's, no shoes on, clearly not aware of his surroundings, and there was no way I was going to accept for what could have been his last £50 for the week.
Standing there waiting for the police, he asks me to call a cab service that he knows (still huffing and puffing), as he realises that he aint gonna make it home if he tries driving.
The police and the cab pull up at the same time, sort something out, assure us that he is not getting hold of his car keys anytime soon, thanked us and left.
-End of Episode 1-
Driving home, I pass by my sisters place to drop her off. "Do you smell wine?!" The whole bloody bottle that "was so impotant" spills all over the back seats and over a really nice sweater! "We didn't end up drinking it, sorry"!
Now, do I not only have the whole nebech story on my mind, I am also pissed as hell, and I mean pissed as hell, because I just paid heavy to have the interior cleaned properly. My car stinks of wine and my nice sweater looks like it had been mixed with darks in the wash. I can't really say much either, because it is my younger sister and you can't do anything other than say "it's ok, leave it to me". What I do for my sisters sometimes!
That was pretty much the end of it, although it might not have been if I'd have knocked over those two guys that ran into the road not looking out for "pissed off confused guy who had an awesome jam session that played a very minor role in his night out". What a bloody night!
PGE: I have a nice honda civic, that i wanted to get rid of a couple of times but didn't because i realised i loved it too much. My sis is doing good, I am imagining that you know her.
BD: Well I used the car drive home as my punching bag. Took every corner with screeches and every straight with high revs, it did work somewhat.
Posted by
Pesach |
4:25 pm
PGE, so you are not some random ;) Just messing.
I am not selling my car, sorry. I had planned to a couple of times but couldn't.
Posted by
Pesach |
7:24 am
PGE, well the wine stains are just perfect then. And re my detective skills, it is the thought that counts, and I think I am good (well atleast I kid myself and believe).
TNC, better late than dead on time, the smell is fading away slowly.
Posted by
Pesach |
2:29 am