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Nov. 17th, 2005 01:31 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
podlingThings are amiss in the Podworld. Oh yes they are. But they'll work themselves out, they always do. And honestly, at some point you have to just roll with the punches. Ideally I'd like the punches to come less frequently, and perhaps lighter, but whatever. Though, given the amazing amount of debt I'm planning to assume in the next few weeks, please understand if I never go out for dinner, drinks, or on holiday with you ever again.
So instead of driving to MA as I normally do at the wonderful turkey day holiday, I will be flying into and out of Logan (arriving monday night, leaving the following monday morning at an ungodly hour). Yes, unpleasant, but for an unbeatable price of $108.90 roundtrip! So I'll be sans podmobile, which will restrict my movement somewhat. I will still be at dinner on Friday though, rest assured. Anyone who wants to make plans with me for that time can get in touch and we'll work something out. My mom works closer to home now, so I can borrow the car easier anyway.
Dear Podmobile,
You suck. And now that your days are really seriously numbered, and so much less nebulous than before, I'd like to say some things to you. At times I have loved you and at times I have hated you intensely. Driving is a great pleasure in my life, and for the most part, being with you has been good. But your flaws... they're a bit much. And I know enough not to blame you or myself. I've taken the best care of you that I possibly could've. And you, your problems, they were foisted upon you by your parents, the Saturn Corporation, or perhaps even your grandparents, General Motors. I will never buy one of your siblings, cousins, or other assorted family members, because I hate your parents with a fiery passion that is rivalled by few other things in my life. In fact, you've made me seriously reconsider ever again buying an American car.
In any case, your latest little... issue... is the last straw. I will no longer fix you, you sad, pathetic, flawed object. More than $5,000 has already been sunk into fixing mostly "known issues" you've had during your lifetime. And there will be no last-minute reprieve this time from Rico either... you know, the only person who's ever waxed you? He won't be saving you this time, as he did before. He has written you off, as have I. Or rather, I will. Mentally, I'm already there though. I will miss you. And I'll miss how cute and sporty you looked with the kayak. But there it is. It's over, mostly. Please don't break down on Route 1 leaving me stranded and/or dead before I send you away. I am sad that you won't reach 100,000 miles. You were so close too! I was hoping you'd stay with me for a year or two more, I really did.
It's been both a pleasure and an intense pain. Buh-bye.
loves,
Andrea
So instead of driving to MA as I normally do at the wonderful turkey day holiday, I will be flying into and out of Logan (arriving monday night, leaving the following monday morning at an ungodly hour). Yes, unpleasant, but for an unbeatable price of $108.90 roundtrip! So I'll be sans podmobile, which will restrict my movement somewhat. I will still be at dinner on Friday though, rest assured. Anyone who wants to make plans with me for that time can get in touch and we'll work something out. My mom works closer to home now, so I can borrow the car easier anyway.
Dear Podmobile,
You suck. And now that your days are really seriously numbered, and so much less nebulous than before, I'd like to say some things to you. At times I have loved you and at times I have hated you intensely. Driving is a great pleasure in my life, and for the most part, being with you has been good. But your flaws... they're a bit much. And I know enough not to blame you or myself. I've taken the best care of you that I possibly could've. And you, your problems, they were foisted upon you by your parents, the Saturn Corporation, or perhaps even your grandparents, General Motors. I will never buy one of your siblings, cousins, or other assorted family members, because I hate your parents with a fiery passion that is rivalled by few other things in my life. In fact, you've made me seriously reconsider ever again buying an American car.
In any case, your latest little... issue... is the last straw. I will no longer fix you, you sad, pathetic, flawed object. More than $5,000 has already been sunk into fixing mostly "known issues" you've had during your lifetime. And there will be no last-minute reprieve this time from Rico either... you know, the only person who's ever waxed you? He won't be saving you this time, as he did before. He has written you off, as have I. Or rather, I will. Mentally, I'm already there though. I will miss you. And I'll miss how cute and sporty you looked with the kayak. But there it is. It's over, mostly. Please don't break down on Route 1 leaving me stranded and/or dead before I send you away. I am sad that you won't reach 100,000 miles. You were so close too! I was hoping you'd stay with me for a year or two more, I really did.
It's been both a pleasure and an intense pain. Buh-bye.
loves,
Andrea
