ReptilesBlade
01-22-06, 08:42 PM
Ok, this is going to take some explaining and I am going to vent more than a little bit here. I dare someone to have a worse night than I have had tonight.
My parents have decided to get away for a week or two to get away form the house and just enjoy each others company in my fathers’ place where he works on the opposite end of the state. So they leave me alone with my two youngest siblings (I’m 23 and they are 17) and even though I am doing most of the housework (which I expected) things are going fairly well. I am sitting at home and for some reason I have a craving for a McDonald’s Fish sandwich (something I eat once every couple of months at the most). Anyway I decide after I take all the trash out (it is collected early tomorrow morning so this is trash night) I am going to make a fast trip to go get my fish sandwich.
So I decide to see if I can just dump some week old rotting soup down the garbage disposal to make it faster. I chose the smallest of the three containers (one that will hold at least 3-4 cups of water) and dump it down the drain with the water running like always. I then flip the switch and much to my surprise nothing happens. The garbage disposal chose just then to completely die on me. So now I have a garbage disposal, and drain full of rotting soup and about 1/3 of a sink of rancid water. I get to experience the joy of picking at least 3 cups of rotting soup out of a garbage disposal that I do not trust to not just suddenly turn on again while my hand is in it even though I know it is off and malfunctioning.
I finally pick all of the soup out without getting my hand shredded by some miracle and then all I have to deal with is a 1/3 of a sink full of very unpleasant looking water. To make a long story short I discovered that my fist is the perfect size to make a great plunger for the drain. This is apparently a useful bit of information to know. It took a good while but the rancid water finally goes down the hole and I am left with a trash bag half filled with things better left unmentioned and my hands smelling much the same as the stuff in the trash bag.
So I finish taking the trash out and I clean myself up to a point where I no longer feel and smell like I was violated by what came from the fridge. I warn my siblings that they should refrain from using the garbage disposal and then get in my car to take the short trip to the closest McDonalds about three miles away (to far to ride by bike in the dark and at below freezing temperatures). After spending over an hour with the creations of the dark side of the fridge I feel I have earned the damned sandwich regardless of weather it is basically poison or not (my personal sentiments towards about 95+% of fast food).
So I finally get my tasty bit of fish and as soon as I start to leave something even more unexpected and at least as unpleasant as the rancid soup and water happens to me. Just as I make my first left turn to head away from the second drive through window my transmission starts sounding similar to what gravel in a garbage disposal might sound like (I am guessing there). Basically lots of loud grinding and almost no motion coming from an auto tranny at under 15 mph, a bad sign. So here I am in the exiting lane (off to the side, I was able to get mostly out of the way) with a car that has a working engine and no working tranny. There is nothing but grinding from every gear I try to put it into, then it starts rolling backwards in Drive so I just kill it and call my younger siblings to come and pick me up. After spending several minutes trying every combination I could to get the ****ing thing to move I turn it off and then back on and the grinding sound is no longer there. I drive the 20 feet it takes to get to a safe parking spot and then I shut it down again until my siblings arrive about 15 minutes later. The car decides it wants to work now so they follow me while I take it to a deserted parking lot out of everyone’s way and park it there. That PoS is staying there for a while as well, probably days if not a full week (it has royally gotten on my Black List for this stunt). They then take me home after making a quick stop at Subway for themselves where I proceed to notify my parents on the opposite side of the state of this evenings happenings and then get online to post this in an effort to calm myself.
It looks as if I am going to be living car-free for the next couple of days at least, fortunately the weather is warming up and it is going to be in the low to mid 50s for the next week here. I had already begun to replace the car with my nice shiny Trek 7500 shown in the pic below and it looks as if I am going to get a much greater opportunity to do so in the upcoming days. My mother is concerned about me doing to many miles but to be honest I only have on appointment out of town this week so the 7500 will meet nearly all of my transportation needs, that is one of the main reasons I bought it anyway. I intended to replace about ¼ to ½ of my driving with the bike and I already know that it can get me anywhere I need to go in town as does my mother so this will not really be that big of a deal until I have to pay for a repair bill for the Corolla if it comes to that.
I hate to make my parents come back home early due to worry but I might not be able to help it.
For those interested here is a pic of my 7500 with my friend Joe in the background.
http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9946/img07519pw.jpg
My parents have decided to get away for a week or two to get away form the house and just enjoy each others company in my fathers’ place where he works on the opposite end of the state. So they leave me alone with my two youngest siblings (I’m 23 and they are 17) and even though I am doing most of the housework (which I expected) things are going fairly well. I am sitting at home and for some reason I have a craving for a McDonald’s Fish sandwich (something I eat once every couple of months at the most). Anyway I decide after I take all the trash out (it is collected early tomorrow morning so this is trash night) I am going to make a fast trip to go get my fish sandwich.
So I decide to see if I can just dump some week old rotting soup down the garbage disposal to make it faster. I chose the smallest of the three containers (one that will hold at least 3-4 cups of water) and dump it down the drain with the water running like always. I then flip the switch and much to my surprise nothing happens. The garbage disposal chose just then to completely die on me. So now I have a garbage disposal, and drain full of rotting soup and about 1/3 of a sink of rancid water. I get to experience the joy of picking at least 3 cups of rotting soup out of a garbage disposal that I do not trust to not just suddenly turn on again while my hand is in it even though I know it is off and malfunctioning.
I finally pick all of the soup out without getting my hand shredded by some miracle and then all I have to deal with is a 1/3 of a sink full of very unpleasant looking water. To make a long story short I discovered that my fist is the perfect size to make a great plunger for the drain. This is apparently a useful bit of information to know. It took a good while but the rancid water finally goes down the hole and I am left with a trash bag half filled with things better left unmentioned and my hands smelling much the same as the stuff in the trash bag.
So I finish taking the trash out and I clean myself up to a point where I no longer feel and smell like I was violated by what came from the fridge. I warn my siblings that they should refrain from using the garbage disposal and then get in my car to take the short trip to the closest McDonalds about three miles away (to far to ride by bike in the dark and at below freezing temperatures). After spending over an hour with the creations of the dark side of the fridge I feel I have earned the damned sandwich regardless of weather it is basically poison or not (my personal sentiments towards about 95+% of fast food).
So I finally get my tasty bit of fish and as soon as I start to leave something even more unexpected and at least as unpleasant as the rancid soup and water happens to me. Just as I make my first left turn to head away from the second drive through window my transmission starts sounding similar to what gravel in a garbage disposal might sound like (I am guessing there). Basically lots of loud grinding and almost no motion coming from an auto tranny at under 15 mph, a bad sign. So here I am in the exiting lane (off to the side, I was able to get mostly out of the way) with a car that has a working engine and no working tranny. There is nothing but grinding from every gear I try to put it into, then it starts rolling backwards in Drive so I just kill it and call my younger siblings to come and pick me up. After spending several minutes trying every combination I could to get the ****ing thing to move I turn it off and then back on and the grinding sound is no longer there. I drive the 20 feet it takes to get to a safe parking spot and then I shut it down again until my siblings arrive about 15 minutes later. The car decides it wants to work now so they follow me while I take it to a deserted parking lot out of everyone’s way and park it there. That PoS is staying there for a while as well, probably days if not a full week (it has royally gotten on my Black List for this stunt). They then take me home after making a quick stop at Subway for themselves where I proceed to notify my parents on the opposite side of the state of this evenings happenings and then get online to post this in an effort to calm myself.
It looks as if I am going to be living car-free for the next couple of days at least, fortunately the weather is warming up and it is going to be in the low to mid 50s for the next week here. I had already begun to replace the car with my nice shiny Trek 7500 shown in the pic below and it looks as if I am going to get a much greater opportunity to do so in the upcoming days. My mother is concerned about me doing to many miles but to be honest I only have on appointment out of town this week so the 7500 will meet nearly all of my transportation needs, that is one of the main reasons I bought it anyway. I intended to replace about ¼ to ½ of my driving with the bike and I already know that it can get me anywhere I need to go in town as does my mother so this will not really be that big of a deal until I have to pay for a repair bill for the Corolla if it comes to that.
I hate to make my parents come back home early due to worry but I might not be able to help it.
For those interested here is a pic of my 7500 with my friend Joe in the background.
http://img35.imageshack.us/img35/9946/img07519pw.jpg
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