The landlady was predictably shocked at the $330 cost of the window repair last weekend. Well, that’s her fault – if she’d had it fixed when I told her it was cracked, it wouldn’t have been so expensive. Despite her original false claims that I had cracked it, I refused to pay, and she backed down and said she’d claim it from her insurance. After getting off the phone, I went and cracked out a Tom Petty CD and played "I Won’t Back Down" loudly.
My car has been making some funny noises, so I took it in to the car place today to get it looked at.
This involved driving in peak hour traffic along Glen Eira Road, which is not something I do very often. In fact the only times I do it is when I’m taking the car to get looked at. There are some nuts on the road at 8:15 in the morning, let me tell you. A few of them seem to think the bike lane is their personal overtaking lane.
The funny noises? Because there’s no oil in the engine. D’oh! No oil in the engine? Some valve has gone kaput, and replacement is going to shortly set me back about $400. Ouch. Damn cars, they’re a money pit.
