A real fixer-upper.

on March 20, 2009 in Ze Bloggy Goodness with 6 comments by

This is maybe one of the top 5 things that happened in my world this week. For sure and for certain one of the funniest. And as this story was unfolding, I couldn’t help but think, “I can’t wait to blog about this.”

Wednesday, I took my friend Jason to pick up his car from a mechanic that was sketchy at best. Let’s just say there was no business sign out front and Jason had to pay in cash.  [Hello red flags, nice to see you waving.] When we arrive to pick the car up 26 hours after dropping it off, Mike the Mechanic isn’t even there.  Jason has to call him and he arrives about 10 minutes later in the passenger seat of a Lexus SUV.  He had to come back, of course, because Jason’s keys were in Mike’s pocket. [Seems odd, doesn’t it?]

Mike the ever-increasingly sketchy Mechanic takes Jason’s cash in exchange for the keys. He says “that car der purrs like a kitten now I tell ya”.  Which his redneck self should know because there were at LEAST a dozen cats running around the shop.  Eww. I didn’t even want to get out of my car for fear they might attack.

Is that enough weird for you? Wait for it….

Jason and I head off to Chick-fil-A because we are about 20 miles outside of Nashville and we pass one. Like seeing an oasis in the desert.  [Dear Chick-fil-A, downtown Nashville needs you. Real bad.]

While we’re waiting for our food, Jason says, “You know what’s weird? Mike the Mechanic parked my car behind the shop.  And you know what else? When I saw my car, all the windows were rolled down. The seats are all laid back and the car is out of gas.”

Proof, you say?  Fine.  Check it.

seat

I try to remain true to this motto: “If you can see the handle on the back door, you are leaned back too far.” [You’re welcome to adopt that as your motto as well.]

Also, and truly, this makes me laugh just to see- the gas gauge.

gas

So pretty much, Jason’s car went on a joy ride at some point between 4pm Tuesday and 6pm Wednesday. And wherever the car went, between 1/2 and 1/4 of a tank got used up.

My guess?  A few [10+] trips back and forth to Chick-fil-A.

And I can’t say I blame them.

6 comments

  1. debS
    posted on Mar 20, 2009 at 8:29 AM  |  reply

    Oh Annie, thanks for the LOL this morning…what a great way to start the weekend…of which by the way I am heading to Connecticut to watch Lauren G play Lacrosse…boo ya !

  2. posted on Mar 20, 2009 at 1:18 PM  |  reply

    You have to go that far to find a Chick-fil-A?? That is truly a travesty.

  3. posted on Mar 20, 2009 at 2:11 PM  |  reply

    handle on the back door! HA! you are funny girl. =)

  4. Shannon
    posted on Mar 20, 2009 at 3:54 PM  |  reply

    Why does stuff like this always happen to you? Ah, you must just must be blessed with extra writing fodder for a reason…

  5. posted on Mar 21, 2009 at 2:01 PM  |  reply

    Hmm, windows roled down, maybe to get rid of the smell of smoke? I think I’d be going through that car looking to make sure there wasn’t something stored away by accident. Scary but yes, interesting stuff to write about.

  6. posted on Mar 22, 2009 at 11:33 PM  |  reply

    I’m not even mad at them for that.

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