so i'm sitting at work... no wait. i'm gonna begin at the beginning.
on tuesday night when i got home from paris, i went to start my car. nothin. ok, battery's dead. it hadn't been started for two weeks, this makes sense. call triple a. scuzzy guy comes out, jumps the car, pepe runs fine. go team, go team go.
wed - go to work.
thurs - jetlag catchin up with me. call into work, i'll be in around lunchtime. so i get all dressed for work (full on skirt, tights, and heels!), pack some food, sit in the car, go to start it... and nothin! ok, call triple a. i need the battery service. fine. i've had this car for six years, i know he just needs a battery. the battery guy comes. he's like 6'5, kinda scruffy with ice blue eyes... goes to jump it. no dice. um... ok. well, what if you just changed it? no, miss, it's not the battery, i'm gonna call and have it towed. ok, minor chatty banter. tow truck comes. battery matt hits the road. call work back, "sorry kids, i'm just not comin in today."
pepe's towed to the shop (pepe le jeep). they'll call me in the morning. ok, fine. na'ama drives me to work, shop calls me. yup, it's the battery. one hundred dollars more than battery matt would have charged me for the same thing, but hell it works.
ok, friday i lost my cell phone. saturday i found it. sunday i nursed a wicked hangover. sunday afternoon (while i was in the fetal position under my covers wishing death would be swift) the phone rings. seriously unable to talk on the phone i let it go to vm. check vm. um, it's battery matt from triple a, asking if i "want to go to triumph tonight... i would have called earlier but i had my son this weenend." wtf?! now i'm hallucinating from mixing wine with amaretto and vodka! so i saved the message to check at a more sober less sick moment.
nope, i was lucid enough to hear that... not only is the triple a guy calling me to ask me out, but he effed up and cost me money, and has a son. sorry, not interested.
come monday, second call from battery matt while i'm at work. still didn't recognize the number. still didn't pick up. and good call on my part. luckily this vm says he doen't want to be a bother, so he'll let me call him back. don't hold your breath.
if that wasn't enough i get an email today from parisian boyfriend saying how he wants to move to america!? nononononono. i guess you can fall in love with someone in 5 days, but continent jump love?! that's just locura!
i think i emit freak magnet microwaves.
