After the salesguy took my car into the service area and filled my ear with a thousand apologies, he handed me the keys to my loaner vehicle. I peered outside the window into the pouring rain, "Which one?"
"It's that Camry on the end there," he said a little sheepishly.
"That Easter egg on wheels?" I asked, gazing at the light purple Camry with the scratches on the driver's side.
"Yeah," he said. "It's not the best color, I admit. But it drives well and will get you to NY with no problems."
"Okay," I said. Thanking him, I gathered my courier bag, put my rain jacket hood up and splashed my way to the lavender-colored nightmare. Getting in, I quickly noticed how dirty the interior was. I didn't even want to put my bag on the seat. And clearly whoever drove it before me was a sloppy smoker because there were ashes in every crevice... the cup holders, the door, the frame of the speedometer... ew.
I adjusted my seat, mirrors, put my seatbelt on and turned on the car. The dashboard lit up to proudly display that the car had driven 55,974 miles before me. Smirking to myself, I put the car in drive and headed for home. The car accelerated like a bicycle with something caught in the chain.
After I got to my house, I loaded up the car with my backpack and other necessities for an overnight in NY. I was going home to take my parents out for dinner as another birthday present. One thing I refused to do was drive to NY without CDs. So I broke out the old Discman car adapter and battery plug-in.
After I was set to go, I hopped in the car, inserted a disc, and hit the road. The Discman made the car's stereo sound better, so I figured my rainy drive in the Easter egg wouldn't be so bad.
About 20 minutes into the drive, a song off of my Slinky 3 CD came on that I love, so I decided to turn up the volume. I had the car stereo's bass up, as well as the bass on my Discman. Next thing I knew, I heard a horrible "Bworrrfff!" sound coming from the back seat.
Apparently I blew out the back speakers because from then on, any beat from a song came out sounding like, "warpfff warpfff warpfff..."
Oh well. Serves the Nissan dealer right for screwing up my Xterra, so nyah on their hideous Camry.
Anyway, the drive to NY took forever in the nasty weather. As soon as I arrived at my parents, we went right out to dinner. I jokingly offered to drive, but my parents declined, trying not to laugh, saying they'd rather go in their Audi. Gee, I wonder why??
We had a great time out at dinner, good conversation, excellent Italian food. We got home pretty late, so I pretty much fell asleep as soon as we got back home.
The next morning I woke up, played pool with my brother, then hit the road. The weather was still pretty bad, so I knew it was going to be a long drive. I needed to pick up my car before 4:00, so I said good-bye, promised to return soon, and drove off to Boston in my pastel horror show on wheels.
When I arrived in Massachusetts, I decided to take a mini-detour to Petco. I figured while I had a loaner sh*t-box, I may as well use it to buy lots of kitty litter for the sh*t-boxes at home.
Finally I made my way to the dealer (before I turned in the Camry, I turned the volume way down and set the fader so that the sound came from the front and barely the back) and sat with the salesguy. The biggest disappointment was my stereo. Apparently the 8 speaker system with subwoofer is for the 2003, not 2002. Bah. So the guy's trying to see if he can get me a deal on a subwoofer. Whatever.
Anyway, I was relieved to finally go home in the new Xterra. I was sick of the rain, the nasty Camry, and the Nissan dealer.
And I missed Sarah, so it was nice to go home to her, a nuzzle from Mia, and "reh-meh" noises from Cora that clearly meant, "pick me up and hug me!"
Oh yes, and lest we forget the babies in the attic: Caitlin and Cody. They've grown to love me and Sarah. So now when we enter the room, the two immediately begin purring. Caitlin still tends to be shy, but she's getting there. Cody throws himself at us and is even learning to "talk."
I think the funniest thing about the babies is that they like to watch television. I've never seen anything like it. So now we leave the weather channel on for them when we're not home. And they actually will sit on the bed and pay attention! (Sarah yelled at me last night for sitting with them and watching "Fear Factor." I suppose I could corrupt the young kittens' minds with visuals of eating fried fish sperm or what have you. Oh well...)