Brutal. What did they do?
They're replacing the a/c compressor. $530 for the part, plus new belts and oil change.
The compressor is about to burst, and the belt that drives that and the alternator is about to snap as well.
Trouble with getting your car fixed is that unless you really know
about this stuff, you always suspect you're getting the the shaft.
Sucks because I don't know the shop it's at...when he first told me how much I thought I was getting screwed, but it's not bad. I called the Nissan dealer and the part does cost $530...plus the belts, oil change, a/c recharge, 1 hour labor....oh yea, $85 for a tow. Sucks, but they're being fair.
Stupidly, I don't have AAA.
sozobe wrote:Also, just Googled an old boyfriend and found a recent picture of him (he's semi-famous locally) and he looks EXACTLY the same as he did 15 years ago!! Men.
I look the same as 15 years ago...
... still pathetic.
Nah.
The two of you look somewhat alike, actually. (Tall, thin, glasses, artistic/ intellectual.)
Ha! Here's my grimace etc.
I have just started NOT to look like I did 15/20 years ago!
It's happening.....I am beginning to show my age!
ack, I recall vividly the day a person other than the me I always was stared back at me in the mirror. I couldn't believe what I was seeing. She's still there in the mirror, reminding me I'm about to turn 50 in a few months.
Aw well, I do what I can workout-wise and I spend a lot less time in front of a mirror.
eoe, which ones......? come on, spill.
Slappy, that bites!
I G&Gd trying to come up with something that made me smile that didn't involve my neice, nephew or animals. I got nada.
i had gallons of beer and hundreds of cigarettes last night. plenty to grimace about...
I got a frantic call from the Lovely Bride late yesterday afternoon.
She waited for Clive for hours at the MBTA station, but he didn't show and
didn't call. (Note that Clive has "challenges" and works in Boston near
North Station.) He had lost his cell phone last week and still hasn't found
it. He was supposed to call from work before he left.
The Bride had Nigel, Clive's younger brother with her and they both got
on the train and headed into Boston. Clive was not anywhere around
North Station and the door to where he works was locked.
I meanwhile started driving home with nightmare scenario's running
through my head. Before I got home, my cellphone rang. It was the
Lovely Bride telling me they had him.
Turns out he had forgotten his T pass and so bought a token to get into
Boston. Then he stopped at a payphone on the way to the station to call
home, because there had been a long line to use the phone at work. He
tried several phones before he could leave a "I'm on my way to the
station message" at home. But when he got to the station, he realized he
now had not enough money for a token. So he went back to work and
waited for the phone. And waited and waited. Over two hours later he
finally called his Mom on her cell phone.
AAAARRRGH!
So last night we sat down to plan out better ways to handle the situation.
And today he has my cellphone with him.
oh boy. staple the t-pass onto him, perhaps? cell phone, too.
The first thing I did when he walked in was to nearly choke him with a hug.
The second thing was to suggest possible (uncomfortable) places to keep the T pass.
I didn't think of stapling, tho.
Hmmm...
littlek wrote:eoe, which ones......? come on, spill.
I can't, littlek. They're free to post whatever they choose, as often as they choose, but boy do they get on my nerve with their smug silliness. grrrr....
What made me grimace and grit my teeth today?
The dentist did.
Honest!
One of my roomates is moving, so he's trying to find a replacement...putting ads online.
Gotten some responses from females.
Other roomate doesn't want a girl to move in. Pu$$y-whipped little bastard, I know it's because he has a girlfriend.
Not that I really care what gender my new roomate is, but I want to get the room filled. Plus yea, chicks have chick friends.
He doesn't want a girl living there!?!?! That's insane. Girls cook and clean and have, as you point out, chick friends.
Roomate with girlfriend obviously doesn't care if she has chick friends, he has a girlfriend.
Thing is, he's barely ever here, he's always at his girlfriend's. She's never here. Plus it's a big enough place where we're not exactly on top of each other. There's two living rooms/bathrooms for fu$ksake's.
And by the way, some of the biggest slobs I've ever met are girls, so the whole cleaning thing isn't always true.
Whatever, as long as we get someone within the next week, I'm good.
