Wretched Truck
The other morning I was driving Casey's 88 Toyota truck to my vanpool. I don't know if I mentioned this, but I started commuting to work with a vanpool of 8 other ladies who live in the same area. It has been so much fun getting to know them, and has been a great way to save money.
On my way to work this not-so-fine day, it was snowy, slick, and cold. I had to stop at the end of the driveway to put some mail in our mailbox. When I tried to get up our small hill, the truck wouldn't move, so I put it in 4 wheel drive, and I was on my way to my vanpool. The only problem was I couldn't get the truck out of 4 wheel drive. It was jerking to the left, jerking to the right, the steering is loose, the truck was shaking violently, and it was all I could do to get the truck up over the hills we have down here. After nearly catapulting into the ditch several times, I was extremely irritated, but I finally pulled up to my vanpool site. As I slowed to a stop, I heard a crash that was my purse and all of the contents inside spewing out onto the floor. When I went to hit the dome light, it didn't work. "I hate this wretched truck!" I exclaimed. After scooping the contents of my purse out of the truck, not sure if I had grabbed everything, I hurried to the van and vented my irritations to my fellow vanpool members, giving them a chuckle.
The rest of the day was less than mediocre, so by the time I was waiting for the van to pick me up from work, I was more than ready to get home and relax. As we pulled off the exit to our cars, we all heard a loud siren type of sound. While the other ladies were speculating at first that it was our van, my initial thought was: It only figures that the stupid horn would start working NOW. It CAN'T be that stupid horn... After I began to start thinking rationally again, I heard our lead drive say that sometimes the energy plant sends off a siren. Phew! I thought, as I shook my head at my ridiculousness of assuming it was my truck that was making that noise. The horn didn't even work, for crying out loud!
As Julie opened the door, she said, "Jenny! It's your truck that's making that sound!!!" And she started to laugh. I rolled my eyes and said, "Of course today would be the day that wretched truck would decide to blare its horn." I fiddled with the horn a little bit and it stopped for a few short seconds and then went, beep....beep beep beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. (It was actually a continuous sound on that last one, just like it had been when we had pulled up.) The cab had a burnt scent permeating through the cab of the truck. I had no interest in driving it home. Just then, Julie offered to give me a ride home, as her husband pulled up next to my truck. I had never met him before. He dismantled the horn for me and then I promptly thanks him for "De-horning my vehicle." Yes, I actually said that. I cringed as those words came out of my mouth, too. Later, Casey said, "You're a diesel mechanic's wife!!! And you said that?!" We both had to laugh.
Before we turned to leave, I kicked the truck right in the tire. Julie and I laughed all the way to my house. After all...with something like that, what can you do but laugh, right?
On my way to work this not-so-fine day, it was snowy, slick, and cold. I had to stop at the end of the driveway to put some mail in our mailbox. When I tried to get up our small hill, the truck wouldn't move, so I put it in 4 wheel drive, and I was on my way to my vanpool. The only problem was I couldn't get the truck out of 4 wheel drive. It was jerking to the left, jerking to the right, the steering is loose, the truck was shaking violently, and it was all I could do to get the truck up over the hills we have down here. After nearly catapulting into the ditch several times, I was extremely irritated, but I finally pulled up to my vanpool site. As I slowed to a stop, I heard a crash that was my purse and all of the contents inside spewing out onto the floor. When I went to hit the dome light, it didn't work. "I hate this wretched truck!" I exclaimed. After scooping the contents of my purse out of the truck, not sure if I had grabbed everything, I hurried to the van and vented my irritations to my fellow vanpool members, giving them a chuckle.
The rest of the day was less than mediocre, so by the time I was waiting for the van to pick me up from work, I was more than ready to get home and relax. As we pulled off the exit to our cars, we all heard a loud siren type of sound. While the other ladies were speculating at first that it was our van, my initial thought was: It only figures that the stupid horn would start working NOW. It CAN'T be that stupid horn... After I began to start thinking rationally again, I heard our lead drive say that sometimes the energy plant sends off a siren. Phew! I thought, as I shook my head at my ridiculousness of assuming it was my truck that was making that noise. The horn didn't even work, for crying out loud!
As Julie opened the door, she said, "Jenny! It's your truck that's making that sound!!!" And she started to laugh. I rolled my eyes and said, "Of course today would be the day that wretched truck would decide to blare its horn." I fiddled with the horn a little bit and it stopped for a few short seconds and then went, beep....beep beep beep. Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeep. (It was actually a continuous sound on that last one, just like it had been when we had pulled up.) The cab had a burnt scent permeating through the cab of the truck. I had no interest in driving it home. Just then, Julie offered to give me a ride home, as her husband pulled up next to my truck. I had never met him before. He dismantled the horn for me and then I promptly thanks him for "De-horning my vehicle." Yes, I actually said that. I cringed as those words came out of my mouth, too. Later, Casey said, "You're a diesel mechanic's wife!!! And you said that?!" We both had to laugh.
Before we turned to leave, I kicked the truck right in the tire. Julie and I laughed all the way to my house. After all...with something like that, what can you do but laugh, right?
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