I met a bunch of my new neighbours this morning.
Quinn had lent me his jeep for the day, but when I went out to start it this morning the battery was dead. This was not actually a surprise. The battery is often dead. And let's face it — it's a friggin cold day out there today.
Anyhow, some nice man named Dave was standing out on his second floor balcony, smoking. He called down and offered to boost the jeep. First, though, we needed to push it out of the parking space so he could access it. Luckily, some girls on the third floor looked out their window and observed our struggles. Alana and Jessica came down and helped us push it out.
Dave then boosted the jeep using his shiny black jeep. I'm guessing HIS jeep cost more than $900 and starts just fine on cold mornings.
...By the way, thanks for lending me the jeep, Quinn. I really didn't want to walk to work this morning. And it's a very nice jeep. Really.
About Me
- KT
- “I’d like you to come mustering with me,” my boyfriend said. Until I met Jet, I can honestly say that mustering was not something I had seriously contemplated doing. This may, in part, have been due to the fact that I had never heard of it. The first time I heard the term was when Jet, having returned to Australia after romancing me in Canada, informed me that he would be out of touch for a week or so because he had to ‘muster the weaners.’ Further probing revealed that this had nothing to do with hotdogs -- except perhaps in the indirect sense -- but instead meant Jet was going to round up his young cattle and separate them from their mothers. Now, he was planning on going ‘up North’ to do more cattle work in an area of Australia that Google informed me was populated almost entirely by Aborigines and crocodiles. I agreed to come along, although not without some trepidation…
2 comments:
Kinda reminds me of the three nice guys last week who pushed my car out of snowbanks twice in one morning, in two different cities, before 7am.
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