Not the drug, jerk. How could I miss that? It’s everywhere.
Those of you who tune in every day saw me yesterday about as low as I go, in terms of mood. I am never down, but yesterday was pretty close. Well, it’s already over.
Saturn called, and the guy that was working on my repairs is off Friday, so I said, “Why not bring it in today?” And I did. So I got a rental today instead of Friday. And what a rental.
It’s a 2007 fix-or-repair-daily Focus. It’s red. And it goes fast.
So right now they are working on 880 South at Mission Boulevard. Construction in, through and out the yin-yang, as it were. Then after Dixon Landing Road it adds a lane. Then it adds a carpool lane. Well, people don’t pay attention to these new lanes, or they are too busy playing the cruise control game that I play in my Saturn, or it is some third thing. Whatever.
One hundred eleven miles per hour, a new rental record (94, Toyota Corolla, 1998). And it could have been more. I haven’t driven that fast since January 2003 (118), so I was happy with clearing 110. The ability to drive fast is like alcohol tolerance. (Oh, the irony.) If you don’t do it all the time, you lose it. I wish I had somewhere to go tonight or tomorrow besides lunch with Miles in Newark.
Saturn of Fremont kicks Saturn of Stevens Creek’s ass every day and twice on Sunday. Their service advisor that is helping me is some goofy guy with red, white and blue flag suspenders that has better customer service skills than even me. When he says he will call me tomorrow with a status update, I believe him.
I forgot that my extended warranty has a deductible, but $100 is nothing compared with $1,300.
Those of you who know Gil from The Simpsons will be happy to know that his real life version still sells cars for Saturn of Fremont. His real name is Jim, and I absolutely love that guy. I am buying my next Saturn from him. I don’t even have to describe him. Just watch an episode of The Simpsons that has Gil in it. That’s him! Everyone should buy their Saturns from Jim.
The really hot receptionist still works at Saturn of Fremont, but the problem is that the word “still” is in that sentence. She loses all hotness to me because she has been working the front desk there for five years. I am too hard to please. Not only do you have to be hot, but you have to have direction with your career? What is wrong with me for having such high expectations? Oh well.
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