Pussy died

I really need to start listening to that little voice in my head again.  I was informed yesterday evening that my mom had a doctor’s appointment.  She claimed she told me about it in January.  I don’t think she did but honestly, I have a tendency of tuning her out lately so it’s possible she could’ve told me.  Anyway, I’ve seemed to have become the designated chauffeur for doctor’s appointment, even though I absolutely hate being anywhere near hospitals, doctors’ offices, and any sort of medical facility for any longer than about an hour or more than once every couple of months. *sigh* Now my thing is I just drop her off at the door and wait outside in my SUV.  I can listen to the radio, play on my phone, comment about how old people remind me of walkers from The Walking Dead, and leer at the occasional yummy piece of ass in ridiculously tight jeans that walks into my plane of sight.  I really need to channel my inner perv and start taking creep shots and videos when I’m out.  What?!  I gotta get my thrills somewhere since Team Freaky has fallen the fuck off!  It’s a rebuilding period so I have to draft a whole new team to keep me entertained and sufficiently dehydrated from a massive loss of liquid Freaky.

Anyhoo, I was about to switch parking spaces for the second time when I attempted to start Pussy up.  First, I got an error message from my satellite radio, which I just renewed the subscription on yesterday.  Ok.  Second,  my satellite radio chucked up deuces and just went out.  I heard a commercial and said what the fuck?  I don’t pay for commercials.  I was listening to old bullshit wack ass terrestrial radio.  I’m fiddling with buttons and my satellite stations were playing hide and seek with me.  Even after yelling olly olly oxen free they still wouldn’t come out of hiding.  On the plus side, I haven’t changed any of the channels from the Michigan stations since I left.  I finally got half of them set up though.  Third, I finally said fuck it and go to start my SUV so I can take a better parking spot (in the shade) and Pussy wouldn’t start.  Not only wouldn’t she start I couldn’t get the ignition into the off position and I couldn’t get my key out of the ignition.

Shout out to roadside assistant!  It comes in handy.  You people that have been driving around for years without it are a lot braver than I am.  Fortunately, it was just the battery.  After some jumper cables and a charge we were on our way.  Probably get a new battery tomorrow or Friday.  I’m also going to get one of those air compressors/car battery charger units I’ve been seeing on TV and thinking of buying forever.  It would definitely come in handy.  Though I’m kind of hoping I’ll have a new car by the time I even need to think about getting another battery.  Who knows?  I think some new brakes may also be in her future as well.  

There was a recall notice on my truck for a problem with something in the door joint, I think.  I heard about the recall last year but they basically said don’t worry about it and we’ll let you know when you can bring your car in to get it taken care of for free.  Now, about a year later they finally send a letter saying you can schedule repairs.  Guess I’ll get that done next week.  There’s a couple of questions I want to ask and some things I want them to look at.  Maybe they’ll send me another offer to buy my SUV afterwards.  If the price is right I’m all for it.  

Author: Freaky Deaky I'm a horny, opinionated, smart-ass, antisocial, introverted, misanthropic, agnostic, nonconformist, free thinking, hedonistic, highly intelligent, and arrogant black man with a dirty mind.