I got my car back! I got my car back! I got my car back! I missed my car. Dirk missed my car, too, because his car needs some more work done on it and he really ought to hold off on driving it around a lot until it gets done. I think he’s also gotten over his initial giddiness with his new-found ability to drive. Having to be someone’s chauffeur will do that to you.
My car is back to its original perfect condition, and they even fixed the slow starter problem. I was amazed that they remembered to fix the driver’s seat, since it wasn’t obvious it was broken – it just didn’t move forward anymore. And the tape deck, thank goodness, is working perfectly; not playing both sides of the tape at once like in my mother’s car.
Aaron was kind enough to bring me to the Auto Body place and wait with me while they dithered through the process of getting my car. I found out that the guy I’d been talking to all along, Mike, was someone I went to high school with. Not someone I talked to or anything, just another one of the Big Dumb Jocks (tm) that went to my school.
Dirk, Aaron, and I were sitting in Dirk’s room talking about the division of duties when we heard his mother yelling, as she always does, up the stairs. “Dirk, I need the phone! Bring down the phone!” Of course, it wouldn’t do to use the defective phone downstairs, which buzzes constantly during conversations. And she certainly couldn’t be bothered to climb the stairs and get the phone herself.
We glanced around the room and didn’t see it. Keeping my voice low even though I knew she was hard of hearing, I said, “Isn’t it in your room, Aaron?”
“Yeah, but I don’t think she knows that I’m home.”
We waited a few minutes, and she repeated her scream, “Dirk! Bring down that phone right now! I need it!”
Aaron yelled back, “It isn’t in Dirk’s room, Mom!”
Startled silence from his mother. I whispered, “Oh no, now you’ve confused her, Aaron.” We erupted with laughter.
When the silence continued, Dirk warned Aaron, “It isn’t going to change when we move out. You’ll pick up the phone and hear, ‘Aaron, bring the phone downstairs!’ ‘I don’t live there anymore, mom.’ ‘Don’t backtalk me, young man!’” Dirk’s imitation of his mother’s voice rather resembled what a crazed weasel would sound like.
An odd thing that Aaron told me - he used to look at my ex-boyfriend and automatically feel better about how he looked. It was an effect he had on many people, making them feel better about themselves because of how wretched/disgusting he was. Just for the record, though, I didn’t say anything about that. Everybody else did. I just didn’t argue.
Its rare that anything ex-related comes up these days, thankfully.
My head hurts a hell of a lot right now and I’m in a stuffy office full of barely-concealed hostility. I think the latter might be the cause of the former. I’m thinking of walking up to the other two people in this office and saying, “Hi. Y’all are giving me a headache and it’s a Friday and I honestly don’t give a shit about what’s going on, so could you please just shut the fuck up?”
Okay, that’s it. Have a good week-end.
