What a party! Last day at work, trying to train people who speak Spanish but need to know Swahili, philly cheeses steaks and cupcakes. OOOOOOH and all my friends! Moromisato Mr. Roboto offers to help me carry my boxes to the car. I decline. Then I say…OOOOOk.
6:45PM-
After being assisted in carrying boxes and saying our final goodbyes I hopped in the car turned the key for my beginning…and nothing. Not even a click.(I was sure it was my starter) Long story short, Eddie and James were still there and of course Mr. Roboto stayed with me.
After 7PM
We realize that a tow truck can't get into the garage on P3. For some reason James had a tow rope…in LA. So we pulled it around in a circle to get enough speed and Little Miss Sunshine'd that shit!
I truly don't know what those boys were doing there after 7 on a Fri. night…well maybe Eric! I feel lucky…I did something good because a little bit of karma came around for me.
The next morning involved calling the tow truck…of course the fucking car started when he was there, so I drove it to the shop. New starter, new oil. Time to sell the rest of the furniture; we're ready to go.
Stay tuned for the next installment into the most poorly planned trip ever. END CREDITS ROLL OVER UNSKINNY BOP BY POISON.
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