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Thursday, June 17, 2004
Pimped My Ride
Mood:
 mischievious
A couple of months ago a telemarketer called here offering to highgloss polish my car so it will stay shiny for several years...at a cost less than going to the car wash for a while. Since I haven't even ever washed the Honda, I thought that was a fair deal and said yes. Today was the day. I was up at 4:00 A.M. and driving into the crackiest part of the inner city to this place that pimps people's rides. It was a busy place working on Hummers and other expensive SUV's, the kind of place that puts neon lights under the edge of your running boards, britegold bumpers front and back, tiny scampering Christmas lights around the license plate...stuff like that. They also install car alarm systems from a company called Viper and all the employees wore shirts with shocking snakes on the front. Not really a Honda Accord kind of place. Actually not a place for a little old retired schoolteacher from the suburbs. Now that was a unique waiting room experience. I'm still alive and I did push my luck. I was there for two hours. Decided I was NOT going to watch raunchy cable shows on the TV up in the corner. So I got chatty, made everybody talk, on and on quacking and yakking. I thought, "Mrs. Pollifax Gabs in the Ghetto." Was I secretly intimidated? Yes I was, quite a bit. Getting into the car to come home, I suddenly felt too tired to drive, just filletted and I'm feeling it now. My first adventure as a retired person. How does the car look? Very shiny. I wonder how it would look with pink neon underlights.
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