The Curse (or Blessing) of the Green Car 1
7th Feb 2009
Hello lovely people
Have you ever found yourself in a situation where you knew you were doing a stupid thing, but somehow you could not stop yourself? Then you would also know how it feels to be unable to kick your own backside, and you are too embarrassed to tell anyone else to do it. I will tell you about this because I know I can trust you not to tell anyone else.
My nightmare started with a green car. If I was the Queen, I would have outlawed green cars.
Here is what happened. I owned a green car. I did not use it that often, because it was my second car – I initially bought the car to do someone else a favour, and that is never a good reason to spend money, because such a good deed always comes back to bite you.
When the road tax disc for the car expired, I renewed it on-line – one of the blessings of living in England is easy access to such on-line services. The tax disk arrived in the mail, and I put it in the kitchen with other stuff that I was going to deal with eventually – no rush, because I was not using the car every day.
Then one day I came home, only to find that some road workers had broken into the car during the day and moved it while I was away. Their excuse? They had to dig up the road – no forward notice of any kind to the neighbourhood – and the car was in the way. The tax disc was not up to date, and although they had the facilities to check, they preferred to assume that the car was abandoned. And – hear this – they did not damage the car when they broke into it, so what exactly was I complaining about?
Of course this kind of behaviour is just not on for me, and I went to the police but nothing came of it. The reason was that in England the law says something like if I was at home I would have moved the car for the road workers to do their job, and therefore their breaking into the car without my knowledge or permission was not illegal. Yes, I also thought that England was a civilised country where crime is not tolerated.
Of course the next day I used the car to go to work, so that the road workers would not have another opportunity to practice their part-time profession. I was not happy with this, because somehow I knew the car and everything that was associated with it was bad news.
On the way home, I ran out of petrol – for the first time ever in my life. The bloody car did it again! Of course I could not leave the car on a yellow line – trust a green car to die on a yellow line – and had to pay an arm and a leg to have the car towed home. I left the stupid car at home to suffer, and went away for a weekend with friends.
When I returned, she was there, waiting for me with an empty tank. Somehow I know that car was female. I went to the petrol station, bought a petrol can and filled it with petrol – after first showering myself in petrol because I did not realise the force of the petrol stream into the empty can would result in a spray of petrol over my hair, face and clothes. Bloody green car!
I went home, filled the tank with petrol and started the car – and quickly found a buyer for the car. Our parting was not amicable.
OK, now you can stop laughing. And you can criticise me for getting emotional about such a petty thing, once you can convince me that nothing like this has ever happened to you.
To be continued
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