Comic Relief

[femkes_follies]

I married a comedian. He just isn't professional.

Case in point. We have a 1999 Grand Voyager with nearly 200,000 miles on it. Unsurprisingly, the clock ring on the steering column has gone belly-up. Lucky for us, this is permanently warrantied, so we just need to take it to the dealership. The repair is rather extensive, so we haven't gotten to it yet. In the meantime, the cruise control doesn't work, the airbag light is on, and the horn refuses to work.

Now, I believe the horn exists both to jolt other people who aren't paying attention, and to point out idiocy in action. Hence, I tend to use it. Darling, however, for all his experience driving in third world countries, does NOT use the horn.

Earlier this week, he was at the intersection of Beacon and Taylor - which is a boulevard. The light changed, and the blonde dipsy-doodle in front of him yapping on her cell phone failed to notice. Traffic began streaming by her in the other direction. The light for Taylor is VERY brief. Darling flailed at the horn. It failed to work. Dipsy-doodle yaps on.

In extremis, Darling rolls down the window and yells. Now, there are many, many things he could have yelled. Various 4-letter words. Hey! Go! Idiot! Move yer bloomin' arse!!!! Darling, however, had become One with the vehicle. Darling was channeling vehicular rage and frustration. Darling yells.....






BEEEEEEEPPPPP!!!!!




I cannot even tell this story without dissolving into fits of laughter. The new Running Gag has begun.

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[ablackram.livejournal.com]

heheheheheheheheheheheheheheheeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Laughed so hard, Paul came over from his chair, looked over my shoulder and laughed too.