Fun, Fun, Fun...
Disaster struck yesterday evening... Right in the middle of peak hour traffic my beloved little car went
Pfft.
And stopped. Dead. Accompanied by a fragrant Burnt Electrics aroma. Nice.
Luckily two strapping Electricians pushed it onto the side of the road, and advised me that 'something's probably shorted'. Yeah, thanks for that...
Also luckily, I was still only 2 minutes from the office, so Dad came and rescued me - we called Holden Roadside Assistance, then transferred car seats into his Liberty, and I zoomed off into the distance leaving him sitting in my stinky smelly burny car... All together now: Awwww How Sweet!
[I adore driving his zoomy Liberty - much zippier than my small people-mover (It's small, as well as being a mover of small people)]
One of said Small People kindly informed her father when we finally got home, that "Mummy broked her car"... but apparently it's ok because "the man will fix it"... This is the same Small Person who was interrupting my conversation with the Raodside Assistance Man on the phone, by helpfully yelling "The car is smelly. Very very smelly. Muummm! Say it is smelly"
Dad rang me when I got home to let me know that the NRMA man had identified the smell as being 'Dead Car'.
The yayness just keeps coming really.
Pfft.
And stopped. Dead. Accompanied by a fragrant Burnt Electrics aroma. Nice.
My first thought:
"Oh Shit! Dad's going to kill me..." (It's a company car)
My second thought:
"Oh Shit! How the hell am I going to get this little car full of twin out of the way..."
Luckily two strapping Electricians pushed it onto the side of the road, and advised me that 'something's probably shorted'. Yeah, thanks for that...
Also luckily, I was still only 2 minutes from the office, so Dad came and rescued me - we called Holden Roadside Assistance, then transferred car seats into his Liberty, and I zoomed off into the distance leaving him sitting in my stinky smelly burny car... All together now: Awwww How Sweet!
[I adore driving his zoomy Liberty - much zippier than my small people-mover (It's small, as well as being a mover of small people)]
One of said Small People kindly informed her father when we finally got home, that "Mummy broked her car"... but apparently it's ok because "the man will fix it"... This is the same Small Person who was interrupting my conversation with the Raodside Assistance Man on the phone, by helpfully yelling "The car is smelly. Very very smelly. Muummm! Say it is smelly"
Dad rang me when I got home to let me know that the NRMA man had identified the smell as being 'Dead Car'.
The yayness just keeps coming really.
posted by actonb at 8:12 am
10 Comments:
Why have Estee Lauder never tried to capture the alluring scent of Dead Car?
They'll do that right after they bottle "Wet Towel", "Teenage Room" and the keystone of the new E/L Reality range, "Public Toilette"...
(oh, and don't beat yourself too hard AB; if it is an "electrical problem", you can't really get blamed, can you? It's not like the book tells you to "check wiring harness" weekly)
Great definition of a 'broked' car : smelly.
I like it!
HA HA!!
mummy broked the car!
maybe you can be getting PT to work now instead?
OMel: I can't think that it would any worse than that feral 'New Car' refreshener thing.
Donnie: You forgot 'Wet Dog' which is infinitely worse than 'wet towel'...
And yeah, it's not my fault. It's just 30+ years of overdeveloped sense of guilt that does it!
Surfer: Very Very Smelly! My twins are so helpful!
Mex: Ha! You jest! The twins? On intercity trains????
Pahahahaaaaaaaaa!
That'd be a No.
Well, they do train you well to feel shame down at Crazy Benedict XVI's Hall of Self Loathing...
In that situation, I recommend putting the small person on the phone to explain the situation to the roadside assistance man. That should keep your small person happy and no doubt cheer the roadside guy up with the sheer cuteness of it all.
I will never forget the RACV guy who tried to start my car, found it was not possible, said "Gee its making some funny noises isn't it mate" and called a tow truck. With the greatest respect to the guy, I could have done all that.
Say after me.....ahhhhhh so cute
Hehehe. The small ones are endless hours of amusement really.
Poor car. Poor you though - have you gotten a new one yet?
Donnie: It's not your Classic Catholic guilt - it's First Child Syndrome.
INC: That would have been an excellent move! Seeing as all of my children are over-confident bossy boots, she would have had no issues convincing the RA person as to the exact cause of the problem.
Seeing as they have no idea anyways...
KR: Not so sweet when you're stressing about traffic/ getting home/ boiling children in stationary car etc... But in hindsight, adequately adorable I guess...
W: They're endless hours of ... something anyway!
And the Holden people are 'looking at it' today, in the meantime I'm driving my old Forrester (Yay!) that is in the process of being sold...
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