I sat there looking at the screen with all the air canada flights as the minutes ticked by. It might have been just in time for the last day of an art gallery showing for someone I met before. In the end, I decided not to afraid to end up seeing the reality of the situation. Uselessly hanging on to opportunities already lost, I need to stop being so impulsive.
I also passed up on the trip to whistler this weekend having free accomodations at a hotel which might have been nice. There was an event up there called Whistler Cornucopia Food and Wine festival. Many of the events were quit expensive to get into and as much as I'd like to get into the whole wine tasting thing, it probably would not have been very smart on my part.
I did a bit of early Christmas baking supply shopping at the local supermarket and while there, ran into a young east indian woman and her son. She looked as though she had been following me as she asked if I was chinese first. She then showed me a package of dried chow mein and asked me if I could verify that it was authentic chinese noodles. I looked at the package and noticed that it was made by an indian company. Then I asked her if they were planning on eating it within a day or if she was planning on storing it for a longer period of time. She responded by saying that it was for her friend who had asked her to pick it up for dinner that evening. I then recommended a brand in the refrigerated section where they had some freshly made noodles. I bid her good luck and as I left, her little son just stood there staring at me.
Afterwards I went to the auto supplies section and I found something which looked like it could clean out the engine. It was described as a tune up in a can. I bought it plus a three pack of extra concentrated fuel injector cleaner. The results were pretty good within ten minutes of adding the two liquids into my truck. The engine ran a tad smoother, there was less noise and the power also seemed to improve. A couple more doses of this should do the trick. The additives were supposed to dissolve and remove carbon deposits and gum. So on sunday, I decided to try one of those quick lube places to get rid of all the dirt in my oil. I didn't have a dry place to do the oil change myself and nothing else was open. It wasn't bad as when I got there, they told me to drive into one of the service bays right away. At first I hesitated asking for the price of the service and what was included before doing ahead. No other vehicles were there except for mine at the time. In the ground beneath my truck was a large opening where a person could work on you from below. I was instructed to remain in my truck and was given free coffee or water and a copy of the Province newspaper. I asked for water declining the latter and proceeded to flip through the paper. Meanwhile the truck moved from the serviceman's tool and people ran around in front and below.
On the front page there's a story about Dominic Mobilio the young soccer star dying of a sudden heart attack at the age of 35. I didn't bother to read the actual story and continued through when I came across another story of a man who died of heart failure. It was his second artificial heart. His original heart had been damaged from a viral infection.
The oil change was surprisingly fast. Although I suspect that they had started working on it as soon as my truck was in position while the crew manager kept me occupied by continuously trying to goad me into buying every other service package they had available. I'll try the oil change this time but nothing else. These quick lube places don't have professionally trained technicians and a review of my bill showed that they didn't know which make and model of vehicle I was driving.
In a parallel or symbolic way, it was revealed that the internal damage has been greater than I expected. No more wind in my sails for now as a part of the engine inside me needs repair. Come on body. Don't fail me now.
Posted by LeanPorkLei at November 15, 2004 03:43 PM | TrackBack