Goin' Mobile
Apr. 2nd, 2011 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
captainsblogRight. Here at the office waiting for Eleanor to pick me up. She left for errands and gym before I did- or at least tried to. I had a small undercar repair done yesterday, and they mentioned that they filled a tire that was a little soft.
Ha. By noon when I left, it was a lot soft. Driveable enough, though, to get to the closest petrol station/Quikeemart for a spot of air.
I decided to do errands first right after that, since the tire place near my office usually has a wait on weekends. Stop #2 was directly across Main Street from Bank #1, so I tried heading straight across. Bad move (or, rather, lack of move)- no fewer than two Urban Assault drivers moved defiantly into the left lane to get those six feet or so closer to the red light at Transit. I instead made the right and a quick U-ie back the other way as soon as SOMEONE let me move over...
And promptly got stuck behind a 90-ish old grandma, in a 1990s Ford Escort, who couldn't navigate the right turn, jumped a curb once she did finally make it, and then drove to HER bank down the center of the access road at about 3 MPH.
If I wasn't short on time and air, I'd have taken her plate number, followed her in, and suggested to the bank officer that someone tell her kids or grandkids that this was all rather unsafe. Instead, I made my deposits, fought my way back onto Main from the other side of Transit, and got to Goodyear in one reasonably-inflated piece, where, sure enough, they'll get round to it late this afternoon.
I called Eleanor, who had just started at the gym, and since I can't abide those horrid auto shop waiting rooms with the bad coffee and the omnipresent TV noise, I told her to pick me up here, a brisk 4ish block walk away.
It's actually quite sunny and pretty today, but the wind's rather a bitch, so when I got close to the building, I cut through the Jehovahs Witnesses lot next to us. As I did so, two of the 144,000 were coming out and heading for their own cars.
I seriously considered stopping them and asking if they had any literature I could read.
(Oddly, there's a cute Jehovahs Witness joke in Damned United, the film Eleanor and I both posted about earlier today. I hadn't realized they had crossed the pond.)
Ha. By noon when I left, it was a lot soft. Driveable enough, though, to get to the closest petrol station/Quikeemart for a spot of air.
I decided to do errands first right after that, since the tire place near my office usually has a wait on weekends. Stop #2 was directly across Main Street from Bank #1, so I tried heading straight across. Bad move (or, rather, lack of move)- no fewer than two Urban Assault drivers moved defiantly into the left lane to get those six feet or so closer to the red light at Transit. I instead made the right and a quick U-ie back the other way as soon as SOMEONE let me move over...
And promptly got stuck behind a 90-ish old grandma, in a 1990s Ford Escort, who couldn't navigate the right turn, jumped a curb once she did finally make it, and then drove to HER bank down the center of the access road at about 3 MPH.
If I wasn't short on time and air, I'd have taken her plate number, followed her in, and suggested to the bank officer that someone tell her kids or grandkids that this was all rather unsafe. Instead, I made my deposits, fought my way back onto Main from the other side of Transit, and got to Goodyear in one reasonably-inflated piece, where, sure enough, they'll get round to it late this afternoon.
I called Eleanor, who had just started at the gym, and since I can't abide those horrid auto shop waiting rooms with the bad coffee and the omnipresent TV noise, I told her to pick me up here, a brisk 4ish block walk away.
It's actually quite sunny and pretty today, but the wind's rather a bitch, so when I got close to the building, I cut through the Jehovahs Witnesses lot next to us. As I did so, two of the 144,000 were coming out and heading for their own cars.
I seriously considered stopping them and asking if they had any literature I could read.
(Oddly, there's a cute Jehovahs Witness joke in Damned United, the film Eleanor and I both posted about earlier today. I hadn't realized they had crossed the pond.)
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Date: 2011-04-02 06:46 pm (UTC)There's a great one in an early ep of the sitcom Black Books which features the misanthropic lead character inviting some Jehovah's Witness analogues in for a chat-- 'It's a trap!' one of them yells and tries to flee.
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Date: 2011-04-03 01:40 am (UTC)Math. Just gets in the way.