...And Furthermore
~An Update
of sorts to “…And Laugh” dated September 18th…..
I suggest skipping to
the next post before returning here to glimpse these most recent macabre
developments…
So anyhow it
has become increasingly apparent that inanimate objects (-in particular Automobiles)
and me have some innate problem in the development of “healthy” long lasting
and fruitful relationships. Actually in retrospect my ability to maintain any realistic
normalcy in basic fundamentally social interactions is likely questionable too –but
for now let’s just stick to cars in order to retain some focus, some succinctness….
In case you
choose to first read this instead of taking my advice and skipping below for
some relatively important background information regarding these most recent
developments of the last 48 hours, I’ll try and relate a quick (-impossible for
me) synopsis to get us up to speed-:
My Honda has
had some fairly unacceptable misfortunes over the last several weeks and my
ability to make entry and egress has become a bit cumbersome. The driver’s side
door (up until last night) could only be opened from the inside because of a
recent “mishap”, the front passenger seat can only be opened from the outside
(another relatively recent set of unfortunate and “bizarro” circumstances), and
my driver’s side electric window has been stuck in the “up”, (thankfully-), position.
Confusing, I know, but if you knew Me, it
would all make perfect sense in some fashion.
Ok so here
we are in the almost here and now and I can restart this tale from the most
recent albeit confounding set of events that took place essentially yesterday
and the day before (–Yay).:
So anyhow we
encountered a very heavy rain event over the last 48 hours after perhaps a week
of very pleasant and mild weather. By heavy rain I mean “squall-like”, as in –Oh
I don’t know….picture the movie “The Perfect Storm”, -the one w/George Clooney
about the Andrea Gail boat that uh, well that didn’t fare so well either I
guess you could say.
During this
fairly heavy and cold cascading damp soaking personal nightmare, and because of
the way that my driver’s side door now hangs from the unfortunate “accident”
that I participated in, moisture (-read LOTS
of WATER) poured in the gap in my
side of the car overnight while I was asleep. When I entered my Honda to leave
for the morning, (-gaining entry by 1st opening the front passenger
door and reaching in to use the interior driver’s door handle to get that open
and then, of course, walking around and getting into the driver’s seat w/out
having to climb in through the passenger’s side –which would look even more “dorky”
–as if that’s possible!), I had to use a towel to wipe the rainwater off of
both my driver’s side seat as well as the driver’s side door and armrest as
both were completely soaked. New morning chore accomplished, I started her up
and took off down the mountain to get a cup of hot coffee and start my day.
When I
arrived at “Dynamite Coffee” I let myself out of my door from the inside (this
doorhandle does work!) and upon removing myself from the car I made a point not
to close my door completely so that I
wouldn’t have to use the dorky move previously mentioned in order to gain
reentry. Ok again –in and out of said Coffee Shop, no prob, open driver’s side
door to get back in w/out too much personal embarrassment no prob, still
raining like something out of a dramatic movie –check.
It’s still
morning, got my coffee, back in my
machine, I decided to light up a cig and head into work –so far –so good….
As I lit up
and began rolling towards the highway I decided to roll down the rear passenger
window (electric) along w/my sunroof to let the smoke out as I drove –I’ve got
a roommate that I take care of and since he doesn’t smoke I try to be
relatively considerate about the lingering tobacco odor (-hey what can I say –I’m
a classy guy!). Well anyhow it’s still raining like Hell and now I’m getting
cold with all this rolled down window space so I flicked the butt out of the
sunroof (-my ashtray no longer “works” either –I told “you” to read the post
from September 18th first but does anyone ever Listen to Me?). I
pressed the switch to close my sunroof (switch located on the dashboard ~check)
and then I began to catch a faint whiff of an odor that I couldn’t immediately
place. I smelled this almost indiscernible “fragrance” and I just could not for
the life of me make the neural connection necessary to place what it was right
away. I turned down the radio to see if maybe I could focus better on this “thing”,
well then all I could hear was the sound of the wind and rain rushing in
through my open back window so I reached over to my driver’s side armrest
control panel and went to press the button that raises the back window. It was
then that it hit me as I was trying to pull all of my limited powers of
observation into focus and figure out what the hell this familiar odor was. It
was the scent of ozone, the scent of a shorted out electrical connection, the
aroma of all of my power buttons, at least the ones embedded in my driver’s
armrest portion of my car going through their Death-thrawls!....So here I am in
this Marx Brother’s mobile of a car ~a Clown Car at this point really, and it’s
pouring down rain and I’ve been getting soaked anyhow because of the gap in the
door on my side because of recent personal appendage threatening events related
to the “accident” from the week preceding, and now the @#$%* back passenger
window is stuck in the down position too because of some freaky “Thomas
Edisonian S@#t!” …..Oh Well, Right.
So last
night after dinner my roommate and I were leaving the partially skirted
singlewide castle where we dwell (-another story for another day perhaps) and
as I waited for him to gain access through his front passenger door and kindly
open the driver’s side door from the inside (remember!) –he decided to insert
some further “humor” into my embarrassment of having to wait for him to open my
door for me by depressing the door lock button also embedded in the driver’s
side armrest. Upon depressing said button, the door locks immediately went into
this convulsive ratcheting up-and-down rapidfire spasm TicTicTicTicTicTic….Well
because this too is electric and somehow interconnected to the wiring in the
armrest there, Guess what?…My driver’s side
door is now completely locked out,…Completely, as in I furthermore can no
longer gain entry or exit from this particular, and to Me, important accessway!
(-Yay!).
Ok so now
with this most recent bit of karma I ask my roommate, who is now actually stuck
in this Car Monster (*Remember he cannot get egress from his interior door
except from the outside door handle!) –I tell him to sit still while I walk
around to his side of the Car, open his door from this “position”, ask him to
please step out of the vehicle so that I can gain access to my seat via the now
open front passenger way. REALLY~
So anyhow
off we go to this function that he attends in the city. Said function lasts
approximately an hour or so give or take and we go through the previously
described Clown Car routine of getting in/out/in/in (Use your imagination and
you’ll be able to see this in/out/in/in
visually in your head –let me help …roommate opens his door getting In, he gets Out, I climb In through
his side, he gets In ~special Right!)
Finally situated in the HorriCar we crank it and get on the
highway that takes us both back to my aforementioned vinyl sided palace in the “Hills”.
As I get off
the freeway exiting down this rural road that is no more than a mile from home
base, I see a car approaching rapidly from behind w/his bright lights on. Blue
lights soon add to this crescendo of visual overload after what has been a most
interesting evening. I pull over into the parking lot of a country convenience
store and kill the motor.
As the
policeman gets out of his car to approach mine on the driver’s side I roll back
the sunroof. He steps to the door where I am sitting and motions for me to hand
him my information –by respectfully rolling down my driver’s side window I’m
guessing. I peer out at said policeman upwards through the open sunroof escapeway and at the same time make a
horizontal finger slicing motion back and forth across my neck area trying
somehow to indicate that rolling down my window wasn’t likely to happen any
time soon as I stuck my other hand gripping my license vertically through the
sunroof attempting to hand it graciously to him. As he took the ID from me via
this open roof portal he asked me how long my car had been so damaged and what
had happened. –Got A Minute? Returning to my car moments later after no
doubt checking my vibrant civil and criminal history, the officer obviously
trying to be somewhat respectful of my car’s sad physical shape, elected to
approach said vehicle from the passenger side. When he got around to that side
w/my ID in hand I again made some sort of nonverbal gesture now referring to
this his newest attempt at gaining access to my attention. “Sorry”, I said as I
related that my passenger window would neither roll down nor open from the
inside –I took a leap of faith as I continued with my current woeful tale by
asking the kind officer if he would possibly not mind opening the passenger
door from his side so as to gain rapid access and hand me back my photo ID in
the least further embarrassing way. He complied, shaking his head slightly as
if in disbelief at my current predicament. –He kindly suggested that I get my shattered
rear brake light cover fixed in the Very near future and gave me what I guess
could best be described as a “Pass” –kinda “GoodFellaesque-style” and sent us
on our harried way.
Well that’s
it, so Far at Least, of course the day here so far isn’t even half way over yet
which as far as I can say still leaves plenty of time for Future possibilities
that may be hurtling My way and Yours even as you finish reading this horribly
ill-composed piece.
~Good Luck To The both of Us
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