One guy said it would probably be best if I didn’t run a background check on him. Of course, I did, and learned all about his long, sordid past of law-breaking. Our client actually offered him a job as a staff accountant, but quickly retracted the offer when I had to tell them about his recent arrest for a meth lab in his basement.
HAHAHAHAHA! Read the rest here.
Not to make light of the deaths of the King of Pop and the Queen of the Pinup, but did you know that Thursday, June 25 was also the day the King of Dangerous Driving finally went to that junkyard in the sky?
That’s right. Bubba, my “zero to sixty in two minutes”, kind of sort of sometimes but not really ever reliable ‘94 Mercury Topaz kicked the bucket.
We’ve been through a lot together in our six years together:
- A couple of road trips what we certainly should NOT have taken together if safety were a concern
- Power steering failing on a busy Burnaby street
- Alternator going and all power failing while trying to merge onto Highway 99
- Countless overheating and stalls, often in dangerous situations
- Being broken into (HAHA! FOOLS!!!)
- Being rear-ended by a T-Bird
- Using up every single BCCA call we are allotted per year… EVERY year (not even joking)
- Rusting, leaking, moulding trunk
- 1 speeding ticket (I had thought that Speeding Bubba was an oxymoron, but apparently the cop disagreed)
- Brakes failing on Oak Street
Wow. I gotta admit, it’s nice to feel SAFE when I drive now, but looking back at all of this, I wonder if I’ll miss the thrill of putting my life in actual danger every time I get behind the wheel.
So, here’s to you, Bubba. We had a love/hate relationship but I will look back fondly at the times when you got me from Point A to Point B, and the many, many times you didn’t. I know you did the best you could, old buddy.
PS – Still trying to come up with a name for the new car. Suggestions welcome.
Today I was doing some not-so-riveting admin-type stuff at work, and listening away to Jim (my iPod). I found myself listening to songs that I didn’t really want to listen to, but I couldn’t bring myself to skip them, because I felt guilty that I liked those songs less than other songs. Like I would somehow hurt the songs’ feelings…
And then when the less retarded part of my brain chimed in and said, “you know it’s ok to listen to whatever you want,” it felt like a novel idea (???).
Am I insane? Does this happen to anyone else? What the dickens.
