More specifically, when I get my hands on the little morons who broke into my car and gave the interior a paint job, I’ll string them up by the short and curlies!
Not to mention the broken indicator and rear view mirror. Not yet tried to see if the thing will start but the bonnet is raised at one side (near the window) so I guess I can anticipate something not right under the hood.
This is the first car I’ve ever had. Only passed my test 8 weeks ago. I dont even know if I CAN get the indicator stick replaced and how do I get it to a garage anyway if I cant tell people which way I’m going?
And all that’s nothing to the feeling of total despair. 4 hours later and I’m still waiting for ineffective police officer to show up. What the hell drives people to do something so malicious?
Posted on Sun, 21 September 2003 at 19:21