TMS Chronicles Part one!
Disclaimer - this post is all about me and how cool I am. Excuse any narcissistic tone you may perceive. The events here are real, and I do all my own stunts!
So,
the weekend before TMS, Slick brought me a gray car. It took three days of me being lazy before he was able to leave with a black one. Yep, hours in the humid Texas sun, or inside a garage with no breeze of any kind, trying to salvage a rather decrepid paint job, or at least do what I could to distract people from it. Disregard that paint chip, this over here is shiny! Given that he fixes the mechanical crap on my car, usually by himself with me bothering him asking lots of questions so I can do it myself next time, the least I can do is try and save the Black Beauty from looking like it did at the ACS car show.
Behold! The award for dirtiest car at the Show and Shine!
But I digress. Main point is that I refused to let him help because I don't see it as fair that he would help me with this when I barely help him with what he does for me. Matter of honor? Maybe. Monday afternoon, certain things were looking like they actually got washed once in a blue moon. Seeing as how I wasted the whole weekend procrastinating, I figured it'd be okay to let it go with a coat of cleaner wax so it would be easier to finish when he got back up here from where he lives in Houston.
Too bad it wouldn't work out that way.
What does it do as he is leaving? Literally backing out of the driveway.
Starts raining.
Imagine a guy popping out of my birthday cake holding a sign saying "You're adopted!" and that's about how it felt to realize that a dirtier gray car would be coming to me at the end of the week, and that I hadn't had the time to clean my car after it looked like this:
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I had the utmost honor of coming up behind a water truck spraying down the road they've torn up near my house the week before TMS and the week after I washed my car. I managed to wash it, and only wash it, before tackling Slick's car. And what is it doing Monday, four days before TMS?
Raining.
There is nothing more aggravating than waiting for something completely out of your control to stop mucking up your plans. It decided to rain until Wednesday, completely negating the time I had wasted on the car that weekend, so I had to start from scratch.
Let me tell you, I spent every waking hour that I had free working on that car. I started school the week before, so I only have mornings until 12pm on Tuesday and Thursday, my lunch hour break from work, and 9pm to the time that I collapse a few hours later. It's dark by the time I get home.
Don't worry about doing the math, I'm sure you realize the extreme crunch time that I have to take Frankencar and turn it into something that doesn't make babies cry at the sight of it. It doesn't help that suddenly my mother wants me to go to family therapy, which is a blindside in itself, but that's not for here. We'll just say that took care of most of Thursday morning.
Somehow, it happened. Somehow, it managed to get washed, claybarred, polished, waxed, vacuumed, leather cleaned and interior cleaned.
You want to know what happened to that hurricane that Bobby worried about? It went through the inside of my car. It was pretty damn bad in there. I'm sure most of you can relate to having Receipt Mountain located near Point Passenger Seat, and perhaps Random Stuff Pass alongside CD Canyon. I have never been so tired in my life, and what do you know, I couldn't sleep that night. Fantastic! I was a walking shell for TMS, but at least my car is clean, I guess!
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Don't touch that dial!Coming up next, the tale of the Monster from the Deep .. South.