Tuesday… What an interesting day.   The day started off just like any other Tuesday with me going to the movie theater early for our weekly meeting.  Everything normal, just like it always goes.  Pretty much the rest of the day went like that. At 5pm I was off work and had made plans to go work on the Grand Prix since the brake booster was out.  So I head over there with the part in the truck and we start working on it. It was a major pain in the ass to get the part in, but my dad and I were pretty efficient at it since we have done it two time before this time (long story) so we got it in there.  It sucked, but only took about an hour and a half or so to get the booster in, and get all the parts out that we had to take off to get it in. Things like the air intake, the EGR valve, the mount for the EGR valve, some brackets, some cables, this and that, with a few more odds and ends.  Then it was time for me to hook up the linkage that is under the dash board which the brake peddle hooks up to. That was another pain in the ass, but in about 15 minutes I got the little clip on which should have only taken 30 seconds but about 20 failed attempts later it was on.  So, we’re now into this job about 2 hours. I finally test the brakes and success. We did it! Fuck yeah!  Awwww SHIT!  The brake lights won’t go off now. What the fuck!? (or in Internet speak WTF!?)  We start tackling that project. I look it up in my little handy book, and read the steps. Doesn’t look to bad. Hell, I think we can bust this out in about 30 minutes.  I get under the dash (again) and realize its not as easy as it seems. So we start taking the lower part of the dash apart. Finally get that apart, and start fighting the clips that go to the sensors. Now this is where it start gets interesting.  I’m under the dash getting all frustrated at this little ½ inch piece of plastic that wont unclip, normal, i know.  Then I hear some engine revving up to rev limiter. And it happens more then once, like four times. Then a big old burn out. I was thinking it was my crazy teen neighbors, but nope! Clark showed up. Clark is my dads friend and he just made his grand entrance leaving burn out marks in my dads driveway, and almost taking out my dads car.  So I pull my fat ass out from under the dash, shake Clarks hand and BS for a few minutes.  At this point I just want to get this car done. We know what the problem is, its the brake sensor, but its just such a bitch to get at. So I crawl under there again, start working on it, my dad and Clark are just hanging out, talking about whatever, and meanwhile I finally make good progress.  I pull my ass out from under the dash again just as Clark was leaving. So he jumps in his car to take off and backs out. Now this is where it gets really interesting. He backs out and, I kid you not, backs straight into the front of my truck like he was aiming for it.  So he nails the truck, and then takes off!  He takes off like nothing happened.  My dad and I just look at each other in shock like did that just happen?   I go and check out my truck, sure enough he dented my bumper. Fuck.  So I jump in my truck and chase him down.  Hell, he only lives like 8 houses down the street. I pull up to his car and get out and ask him “What the fuck man!?  You just backed into my truck and then take off?! Thats not cool!  Yeah, it may be a beater truck to you, but its not to me! Its my truck!” The whole time, hes like “Oh really?! Oh man, I’m sorry”  and just kept repeating that.  I’m pretty pissed at this point, but damn, I just want to get my other car fixed and put back together.  I take off from his house, and go back home.  About 30 minutes later, he comes walking down, and the first thing I say is “I want a new bumper”… I think it fair. He goes to look at the damage on the truck and then asks me “How about I just give you $200 and you get it fixed.” Ok, I’m fine with that. “Sure, but I’m fixing my bumper either way.”  So for whatever reason he gets all pissed off. I went back to work on my car at this point.  He and my dad start talking and Clark gets all pissed off about something. Probably my attitude towards the whole thing. You know, I’d be cool with the whole situation if only he acted like he cared that he did it. I just got the impression that he didn’t care, and was blowing me off. Fuck that.

So that was then. Now I’m at the point where I don’t want the money. hell, its only a small dent, but I do want to talk to the guy and let him know that I didn’t appreciate him blowing off the situation.  I also wanted to bring up to him that yeah, he makes $200k/year so yeah, my truck is a beater in his eyes, but to me that doesn’t make nearly that much, its not.

Thats all.. I just wanted to get this off my chest.  I’m done now.