Happy Halloween: His and Hearse at Work
Oct. 31st, 2005 05:49 pmAppropriate to the day, one of the first vehicles I drove at work today was a 1975 Cadillac Fleetwood Hearse. Even stranger, I drove this particular car about two weeks ago at the Burlington station when the current owner was considering buying it from the previous owner. I knew right away it was the same car, I mean how many of these things can there be around here? The new owner -- the owner of a magic shop here in Kenosha -- was very pleased to find the car passed the required tests. Of course the best part was the looks from the other customers in the next booth; I swear I think they thought we were doing it just because today was Halloween.
Other work related comments:
I'm so glad that the car from the monestary passed. I'm not even remotely Catholic, but I really didn't want to have to tell a nun (in full kit ... er ... whatever the heck you call that getup) that her car failed the test!
Finally, why is it that the owners of the crappiest cars wait until the very last day they can to have their cars tested then complain when they have to wait a while in line ... because everyone ahead of them also have crappy cars. No, it's not actually true -- most of the vehicles today were just fine, but I really had some "interesting" ones today; interesting in that step on the gas and listen to the engine do a bad samba sort of way, of course ...
Other work related comments:
I'm so glad that the car from the monestary passed. I'm not even remotely Catholic, but I really didn't want to have to tell a nun (in full kit ... er ... whatever the heck you call that getup) that her car failed the test!
Finally, why is it that the owners of the crappiest cars wait until the very last day they can to have their cars tested then complain when they have to wait a while in line ... because everyone ahead of them also have crappy cars. No, it's not actually true -- most of the vehicles today were just fine, but I really had some "interesting" ones today; interesting in that step on the gas and listen to the engine do a bad samba sort of way, of course ...