Oh Honey…No

Stuck at the Gas Station December 15, 2008

Filed under: my life — Amy @ 9:47 pm


So here’s how my night went last Monday.  My friend Jamie called me around 5 and asked if I wanted to come over.  We hung out at her house for a little while, but Jamie hadn’t been having the best day and needed to get out of her house.  So we decided to go to…brace yourself for the excitement…Wal-Mart (there’s not much else to do in Sonora).  We purchased an assortment of random things and then decided to get some dinner.  We went up the hill to Round Table and got a pizza and one of Jamie’s friends, I think her name was Sharon, met us there.  When Sharon arrived she announced that she wanted to do some Christmas shopping and wanted to know if we wanted to go with her.  We agreed and, surprise surprise, she wanted to shop at Wal-Mart.  Jamie and I got into her car only to find out that it wouldn’t start.  Well isn’t that just peachy.  We decided to hitch a ride to the store with Sharon, and then on our way back we could try to jump-start her car.

After spending about an hour in Wal-Mart (again), we made it back to Round Table, this time with Sharon’s husband who successfully managed to jump-start Jamie’s car.  Yay!  But then Jamie noticed she was very low on gas.  Boo!  Across the street from Round Table was a Shell station and a Taco Bell.  Jamie’s friends said that while we got gas, they would go to Taco Bell, and then once they got their food they would come over to make sure we got going again.  Apparently after jump-starting a car, you’re supposed to leave that car running for at least 15 minutes.  We were not aware of this rule, so, of course, Jamie’s car refused to start after we got gas.  We waited for her friends to get their food from the drive-through, and while we were waiting we noticed a strange ticking noise coming from Jamie’s car.  I told her it was Patrick the car gremlin.  Jamie opened the hood and found that the noise was coming from the fuse box (the natural habitat of the car gremlin), but since neither one of us are big car people, we were afraid to touch anything.

Meanwhile, as Patrick continued to type out his last will and testament in Morse Code, Jamie’s friends finally made it out of the drive -through (by now it’s around 9:30), but they said they wanted to eat before trying to jump-start Jamie’s car again.  I guess I missed the “thou shalt not eat and jump-start a car at the same time” commandment.  Whatever.  We waited.  And waited.   And waited.  That bag of food from Taco Bell turned into a clown car.  The burritos just kept coming!  Eventually they did finish eating, and Jamie and I thought we were finally going to be able to go home.  We were wrong.  Jamie’s car still refused to start.  I guess we had pissed off Patrick one too many times, and he was not going to let us leave.

Luckily (or so I thought) I have roadside assistance insurance through AT&T, so I figured it was a good time to use it and just get a tow truck.  After talking with Shakita for about 20 minutes, during which time I had to tell her about 3 times that I was in Sonora, not Sonoma, I was put on hold.  I got to listen to some stereotypical crappy jazz hold music (think Kenny G), followed by some blusey stripper song (that was kind of fun), and finally Shakita told me she would call once she was able to get us a tow truck.

And so we waited.  And waited.  And while we were waiting we suddenly heard: EEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!  You know that squealing sound hearing aids make when the battery is dying?  That’s what a dying car gremlin sounds like.  Fast forward to 11:30 (random fact: during our 2 hour wait Taco Bell’s door fell off, but don’t worry!  they fixed it), the tow truck finally came!  Yay!  Jason the nice tow truck man was greeted by me and Jamie jumping up and down, cheering and laughing like idiots.  We had never been so happy to see a tow truck.  Jason managed to get Jamie’s car going again, and after almost 2 1/2 hours at the gas station, we were able to go home.


When Furbies Attack December 1, 2008

Filed under: my life,what the...? — Amy @ 4:31 pm

Black Friday has come and gone, and with all the madness I’ve been curious as to what this year’s must-have toy is going to be.  You know, the one that all whiny five-year-olds want and soccer moms will have wrestling matches in the aisles of Toys R Us to get.  A few years ago, the big toy that everyone had to have was the Furby–those creepy talking owl type things.  Well, a few years ago during my junior year in high school, on a very bizarre school trip to San Francisco, I got bit by a Furby.

This trip was memorable for several reasons.  My friend Kira set off the emergency exit alarm on the way there, John (the bus driver) got pulled over, we passed a car that had been saran-wrapped to a tree (which really isn’t that odd to see in San Francisco), and at the end of the trip a very nice gay man sang Christmas songs to us while we waited for the bus.  Despite all of that, the most memorable part of the trip came on our way home.

The reason for the field trip to San Francisco was to visit the Museum of Modern Art.  After leaving the museum, we had a couple of hours to kill before getting back on the bus.  My friend Jamie and I decided to get some lunch and do some shopping.  We decided to go into FAO Schwartz, which ended up being a very very bad idea.  As we stepped onto the second floor of the store, I heard Jamie squeal, “Baby Furbies!  I’ve always wanted one of those!”  There was a mountain of Furbies in front of us, probably overstock from the previous Christmas, and they were on sale.  Naturally, Jamie had to get one, and a little while later we were back on the bus and headed home.  Here’s how the rest of the trip went:

“Does anyone have any batteries?” Jamie asked.

“I do,” I replied.  “What do you need them for?”

“I want to put them in the Furby.”

Why I gave her the batteries, I’ll never know.

Brandon, another friend on the trip, gave Jamie his pocketknife in order to get the screws out of the bottom of the Furby to put the batteries in.  As soon as the last battery was in the Furby came to life, and Jamie put the screws back in.

“Why did you put the screws back in?” I asked.  “What if you want to take the batteries back out?”

“I won’t need to take the batteries out,” Jamie said.  “If he gets annoying the instructions say to put him in a dark place and he’ll go to sleep.”

Ten minutes later…”Jamie, make that Furby shut up!”

The Furby had been talking non-stop and people were getting ready to chuck it out the window.  Jamie put the Furby behind us and covered it with a blanket so it would go to sleep.  According to the instructions, it should have gone to sleep in only a couple minutes.  They lied.  We tried piling blankets and sweatshirts on top of the Furby to block out the noise, but that probably just pissed it off.  Finally, after Jamie had been yelled at by just about everyone on the bus to shut her Furby up, I suggested she just take the batteries out.  Brandon gladly loaned us his pocketknife again.  Jamie had put the screws back in too tight and was having problems getting them out, so I offered to try.  This turned out to be another very bad idea.  Apparently I had placed by hand over the Furby’s face, and as I was trying to get the screws out that evil possessed gremlin chomped down on my finger!  I had been bit by a Furby.  However, victory was soon mine as I finally got the batteries out and a wonderful silence filled the air.

So what’s the moral of story?  Other than “don’t ever buy a Furby or any other creepy talking toy ever ever ever…,” there really is no moral.  And I am happy to report that since that day, the Furby has remained battery-free.

furbyDon’t let it’s cute exterior fool you.  Inside, this demon gremlin is just waiting to annoy the crap out of you and bite your fingers off.