:: Dnubirom .....reverof dna dne eht tilnu won ::

:: Wednesday, December 15, 2010 ::

As I was driving home from the girls' apartment, I was pretty happy I was going to come back and see the The Dark Knight displays again with my BATMAN attire and cape. I get home and prepare my mask, gloves, sweaters, cape. Heck, I even busted out my new black, glossy Creative Recreations shoes that I was saving for 2011. Thinking that it would be fun if May and Eunice wanted to tag along, I brought extra BATMAN sweaters, jackets, and masks just in case they decided to join. I had trouble looking for all the items I wanted, but just when I was going to give up on one, I'd find it. It felt pretty coincidental - almost like a sign. o.0

After I had everything laid out and ready to go, I started washing the dishes. Playing with the idea it was a "Sadies Date" and Jean and I would be wearing the same sweater. I thought it would be funny if I brought flowers with me. Not real ones because it's a fake date. But no, it's already late, and I don't feel like looking for them in the morning. Besides, Jean and May may disapprove and get mad at me. I don't want that to happen and ruin the day.

I finish the dishes and look up.
What is that on the window sill?
Flowers.

Are they fake?
[*feel, feel]
YES.

BOO-YEAH!! IT IS SO ON NOW! What are the chances?! If Jean gets embarrassed, then it will be glorious embarrassment. If May gets mad at me, then it will be ok because I'm used to it. On the contrary, hopefully Jean will play along and maybe have her face turn red. I've never been to a formal, so maybe we can take cute pictures too! %^_^% I don't know. It's all for fun. I mean come on, having Jean say yes to a 'date' is a big freaking deal. It occurs just as often as ... as the Big Bang Event - the actual. freaking. creation. of the. freaking. universe.

.bitch.

I set my alarm to 8:00AM, so that I have time to eat, sh--, and shower, and have enough drive time to include morning traffic.

I wake up at 9:00AM. >:{ The alarm has been ringing, but my ass can't get himself out of bed. There's no time to eat or sh--! Just shower and go! Load the car! Grab a random cologne. Spray, spray wrist. Spray, spray other wrist. Rub together. Rub on neck. OK GOOD TO GO!!!

9:20AM ~ Sh--. It's drizzling rain and traffic is slower than anticipated. I'm so angry at myself.

9:40AM ~ Traffic becomes worse and I will not make it in time. Jean finishes her test. Failure. Jean walks in the cold. Mea Culpa.

10:00AM ~ Almost there. Custom Family Ringtone rings[Honk, Fart, Scream sound effect]. It's mi madre. Her car battery light went on and the car won't accelerate properly. The car jerks back and forth when she presses on the pedal. She exits off the 405. She wants me to meet her and drive her to work after the car gets towed. OK. Maybe we can take pictures after the girls watch Tangled.

I meet up with her. She changes her mind. She'll drive my car and when the tow arrive, I will go with them. She has me take all her bags, 5 boxes worth of food for her employees, lab coat, and work shoes and put it into my Honda. I take my stuff to her Suzuki car.

Triple AAA service van comes, not a tow truck. The Mexican lady checks out the engine and dashboard, and she neither sees nor hears anything wrong. My Mom decides to try and drive it. She has me switch our stuff again.

The lady and my Mom talk some more. It is determined that it wasn't the battery light that turned on, but the Check Engine light. She tells my Mother that if it turns on again, leave the engine on, and take it straight to service. That way, the mechanics can use their scanners more effectively and deduce the engine problem.

My Mom gets scared again.
I switch all our items again.

She commands me to take it straight to Norm Reeves Honda in Cerritos right away. The place where my Dad bought it as pre-owned certified. But don't they just service Honda cars? VVhatever. I go anyway.

The car is driving smoothly, so I get the idea to say screw it and drive the Suzuki to USC and continue on with my day. My stupid conscious says it's better safe than sorry and to have it checked out so that there's no further problems.

I'm on the 605 N and my Mom calls. She's in Cerritos and not at work in LA. She's asking me how to get to Pioneer so that she can buy more food for her workers. .irked.

As I exit South Street from 605 N, I instinctively turn right because of the Cerritos Mall. Damnit. I drive straight and I finally have a chance to turn around. I'm at the red light on South and Gridley. I'm the 5th car. The light turns green. The first 3 cars go. The small toyota truck in front of me goes slow as f---. WTF. I cross the pedestrian crossing. The light turns Yellow. The old man IS NOT SPEEDING UP. I honk. We're in the middle of the street. I can't turn left or right, cars are speeding past me. The light turns red. FLASH!!! F---ing geriatric man.

I arrive at Norm Reeves. Before I can even tell my story, the Mexican Serviceman tell me they can't fix nor check it because they only have Honda compatible tools. They tell me to take it to their off-site pre-owned service in Bellflower. -_-;

I go to Bellflower. The Indian serviceman manager looks at the engine fluids and sees nothing wrong. I ask him to give it a more thorough check and give a receipt. They tell me they don't want to waste my time only to say that there's nothing wrong. Instead, take it to an actual Suzuki dealership and have them check it. ~Breathe, breathe.~ Where's the nearest Suzuki service dealership? Los Coyotes traffic circle in Long Beach. -_-;;

I call my mom and ask her if it's really necessary to have it checked up. She gets mad at me and says yes. At this point, someone better find something wrong with the car because the car is driving smoothly for me.

I'm driving to Long Beach. There's a grumble feeling and pain surging in my stomach. My ass burps. Damnit. There's a reason I sh-- in the mornings!!! The constant change of the warm car and cold air does not help the situation! Clench fist. Clench teeth. Clench ass-hole. >_<

I arrive at the dealership in Long Beach. The exact address that I was given. I enter the service department. Empty. I walk around the building, past the showroom to the Parts Department. There's two people in line and only one person working. I'm waiting in line and waves of pain occur in my intestines. I play Angry Birds to get my mind off it. 30 minutes pass and I don't complete 3 stars on any level of Angry Birds. Finally, it's my turn in line. The Mexican Parts Service guy says to go back to the Service Department because the guy just came back from lunch. Lunch? I haven't even had breakfast.

I walk back around the building. There's a Caucasian guy named Mike and he's on the phone. When White Mike finishes and I ask him for help, he says they stopped servicing Suzuki cars 3 years ago. When I first entered the lot, I noticed there weren't any Suzuki signs. That should've been a red flag, but no. Stupid, I know better than that. Where's the nearest Suzuki service facility? Cerritos Auto Square. -_-;;;

I go home, do my business, and recompose myself for 30 min.

I think, maybe when all this is done, I can call Aaron to hang out and see The Dark Knight displays with me. He has been asking to hang out since he's done with school, but he never knows what he wants to do, nor does he want to spend money on anything. I'll ask him.

My sister calls me. What now.
"Uncle JJ, Nathan is crying and calling for you."
"Hey, buddy, what's up?
"[*sob] JJ?"
"Why are you crying?"
"JJ, play.... [*sob]... pleeeease."
"Hahaha. OK. I'll be there when I can."

I leave to get this sh-- done so I can go play with Nathan. I exit South Street and make the correct left turn and onto the far right lane. Then, I notice the Suzuki Dealership is the only dealership on the left side, away from the rest of the car lots. I cut people off and enter Suzuki. No one is inside the Service Department. It's dark and empty. I don't even see a computer. I walk into the garage and there's one guy working on one car. "Hello, can I help you?", says the Mexican mechanic man.
"Yes. Please have my Suzuki car checked. It's still under warranty."
"Oh, no. We don't honor warranties here anymore. The nearest place is in Westminster on Beach Blvd." -_-;;;

I drive to Westminster. I follow his directions and it works! But it takes me to their dealership. Their service department is in the building behind them and there's no street connecting them. I go around the block. I find a man named Paul. A Filipino. A friendly chap, we chit chat about work and I tell him my Cinderella story. Ya'know, I may not like my own race, but there is one thing good about them. If you're Filipino and they're Filipino, they treat you like family and give you special VIP treatment. I feel that's the same for any race, really. It's good to have diverse friends.

Paul registers my car and has the car checked. 30 minutes go by and I beat 2 levels of Angry birds with 3 stars. Boo-yeah! One level left. But the car check-up is finished. Paul comes out. There's nothing wrong with the car. NOTHING... NOThing... NOthing... nothing... >:{

A Mexican mechanic comes out and asks to talk to Paul alone. They talk for a bit. Paul comes out. It turns out they did find something wrong. An error occurred: P-1885 or something. That means something is wrong with the transmission. Good. It was worth it then. THEN... THEn... Then... then...

They tell me they want to keep the car for 1-2 days, all under warranty. I call my brother-in-law to pick me up. No answer. He must be sleeping because he has a 12 hour shift tonight.

I call my sister. No answer.

I call my eldest sister. She picks up, but she has no car to drive.

I call Aaron. He's in Brea Mall with Jamie.

I call Nina. She's studying for a final that night.

I call Dominic. D-Money is busy making music, but he says he'll pick me up. D$, my nigga!

I play more Angry Birds, and just when I slingshot the last bird. I see D$ arrive. I pause. I get my stuff out of my car and transfer it to his. I un-pause the game. The last bird hits its target. 10 seconds pass. CHYEAH! 3 stars baby.

4:20PM ~ D$ and I converse and catch up. He tells me about his new cd and his weekend trip to San Diego, visiting multiple free tours of breweries and getting drunk off them. I tell him about the display at USC, but he can't go because he's auditioning for the theater play, The Full Monty.

He drops me off at my sister's house. Nathan is napping. I watch the Lakers game, but it's boring and I fall asleep. My bro-in-law comes home and my sister takes me home. My dad and I arrive at the same time. I tell him the story.

Lakers win.

I go on FB. I type my story.

You're lucky, Jean. You were saved by my crazy idea.
Today happened for a reason, right?

God wills it.
C'est la vie.
Kay sera sera.
하나님이 원하셔

.slüt.


c-ya:-)


-j

:: j 9:44 PM [+] ::
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