Oh, It Is So OnApril 14, 2010 at 9:48 PM | Posted in Journal | 1 Comment
Tags: cars, finances, jimmy johns
The major portion of the dent was gone, but now it looked like several minor ripples. And the guy–let’s call him Guido–had indeed put some small screw holes in the door skin to pull out the dent…about five of them, I think.
The scuff marks were still there–maybe some of them were gone–and the dent was still there, just different. The only thing new was the screw holes and what was left of the compound residue that I couldn’t get off.
The car looks like I have been the victim of a very ineffective drive-by shooting.
I’m supposed to be getting my laptop back today. Jim the laptop guy said he swears this is it, no delays, blah blah blah. At least he had a reason–or reasons–for the delay and it all sounded legitimate. I do believe him, I do.
Of course, the last time I talked to him, he did say that this is just a temporary fix, and it will go out on me again. Seriously, dude? After all this, it’s not even going to last? What the fuck? But I know he did his best and he’s not trying to rip me off. I think.
I know that I am too trusting and a bit naive. Maybe you guys don’t know it, but I know it. I talk a good game, and I talk shit about how cynical and jaded I am, but the truth is, I *want* to believe in the goodness of all mankind…
Despite all the evidence to the contrary.
I have been a sucker before. Man oh man, have I ever. I can’t even…
Well, I’ve been ripped off on drug deals, back when I did that, but that’s natural. Oregano really *looks* like pot.
Back with my old girlfriend (and she is old, too!) we got high-pressured into joining some whacked out sales thing. You pay a high-dollar *membership* to shop at their exclusive *showroom* where you get tremendous *deals*.
Car salesmen get the best of me, every time. I’m too timid to negotiate…I’m too timid? ReallY? Man, it’s something about their delivery that makes everything seem final. I need to get up and walk away from the deal next time. Seriously. Get up, and walk away. I know I paid too much for this fucking Mercedes.
If somebody comes around selling something door to door, watch out!–and hide my checkbook.
If my credit wasn’t shitty, I would own a dozen timeshares right now…
If I can read people so well, as I claim, why do I keep getting taken? I think I know–and I know that it’s happening when it happens, and I let it. My ex-wife used to get really mad at me about this. "Stand up for yourself!" she would say. Or scream. Of course, when I stood up for myself against *her*, she would say, "That’s not what I meant."
I really want to believe that the world is a wonderful, idyllic place. Everyone is nice, and honest, and looks out for their neighbor. Everyone is friendly and caring. Everyone has a friendly wave for the passers-by in the street, as they walk from the breakfast diner on the corner to the dime store right there in the town square. Children ride their bikes in the street without fear of molestation, and everyone works hard to earn their keep. In the evening, people sit on the porch with a glass of lemonade and gossip. At night, they all say goodnight to each other as the lights go out. In the morning, an actual rooster crows at dawn, and the world awakens fresh and anew to the new day, with dew fresh on the lawns and a young boy on a bike tosses the paper in yards, filled with good news and hope for the future.
I imagine the world to be much like the world of The Andy Griffith Show–except in color, and with wi-fi.