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DNR Car 



So my car is on it's last legs (wheels?). But I just need it to last a little longer to take me to the grocery store a few times, and to the Mel-O-dee for knitting a few more times....

Sometimes it does things to let me know it is old and tired. One of the more recent tricks is not letting the back doors be opened. It might just be that that the doors need greased, but I think it doesn't want to take passengers. It is elderly. It won't go up hills, it coughs in the rain, and it is getting gray (really - the red paint is ashing over).

But last night it reached a new low. I took her to get a big ol' tank of gas (the first time since november 17th, i might add) and she wouldn't take any. i kept pulling the little lever to pop open the little gas door, but it wouldn't open. I tried to pry it open with my keys but it still wouldn't open. I got the old guy at the next pump over to pull the lever while I tried to pry it open, but still nothing. She is REFUSING FLUIDS! I probably would have given up, except this was one of those annoying gas stations that charge more for credit card payments (something I had never seen before I moved to California) and since I am cheap, I fed it a $20 bill. so i couldn't just cancel without going inside and trying to explain to the attendant that I didn't need change but rather all of my money back. Which i tried to do. It is a bad time for a language barrier. Somehow, I was at the only gas station in the berkeley not filled with yuppies or students, but instead with hillbillies. Yes country folk. with accents and everything. A pick up truck had unloaded while i tried to get my money back and they were inside buying mountain dew and snacks. Now you wouldn't think that very many hillbillies can fit in a pick up truck, but it was one of those ones with way too many wheels and 4 doors, so there was about 5 of them. They heard me trying to get my money back and took this to mean that i was incapable of pumping gas. So they started to offer to pump my gas for me. i believe they referred to me as a 'little lady' several times and apparently thought that i just couldn't get the gas cap off, but they managed to break some tiny plastic piece and open my gas tank. yay hillbillies! so i forced about 8 gallons into the old girls. that will buy me about 2 more months of driving. 

Posted: Tue - January 31, 2006 at 10:36 AM           |

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