Parking Garage Fun

For those of you who might read this and don't know...I am currently in LA doing an internship with PwC. I've been here since the beginning of January and will be done in a couple weeks so you missed most of it, but I thought I'd record at least one adventure. It's about car trouble. Which of course I never have when I am with Lalo. But now that I am alone with no friends or family in a city I have never lived in before, it happens. Lalo says it's because I never drive my car in Utah because I am always waking up late and asking him to drive me to school. But that's beside the point.

So my car didn't start when I tried to leave work about a month ago. After trying to jump it about five times, I finally got a ride home. I was super bummed because it was Friday, and I had planned to visit my family in Fallbrook for the weekend. Too bad! So the next day was Saturday and I had to figure out how to get my car to get working before work the next Monday! My landlord was kind enough to call her neighborhood mechanic who had his tow truck guy meet us in Burbank where my car was. So we get there and his truck wouldn't fit down in the parking garage but we did try to jump my car again unsuccessfully. Trip number one.

We left and went to the mechanic. He had one of his guys drive me back and try to see if he could fix the car in the parking garage. FYI I had to go out to car each time because I had gotten a weekend pass to get into the client's parking garage and no one could go in without me. So that makes it super fun. So we get there and he couldn't fix it because something was "in the way" or something. But he did try to jump it again without success. Trip number two. Signs for ever using that car again were not looking good.

We went back to the mechanic. I got dropped off at home. When they had a pickup truck to take they called me and I went down to the mechanic again. I went with another guy over to Burbank. The two truck guy also drove over again. We hooked this pick up truck which I think was smaller than my car to my car with a metal chain and started the slow climb up the levels of the parking garage. I was so happy when we saw sunlight. Above ground finally, we got it on the tow truck and finally went back! I went home to wait for them to fix it (it needed a new starter).

I really felt quite lucky though that they even fixed it when I am sure they thought I had a dead body in my car. I had taken my garbage out Friday morning and threw it in my trunk planning to throw it away in Fallbrook. That garbage included raw meat that was weeks old. It had been sitting in my car all night, and when I opened the door the smell hit me so strongly. I don't know how they survived it.

So after I typed this I realized how boring the story really is; however, I already typed it, so I will post it. I will also always have an aversion to parking garages.

Much too clever

I long ago outsmarted those quizzes where they tell you to make a wish at the end. Now I wish someone I love would die or something. That way when they say I have to repost it for my wish to come true...well then I don't have to.