I am grateful for Hick's assistance in my unfortunate loss of power on the Save A Lot parking lot. Really. And for him taking T-Hoe back to town for a new battery. However...
Hick must be in cahoots with The Universe, conspiring to make my life more difficult right after making it better! When he left to get the new battery, I instructed him not to mess with any of my settings. He is notorious for changing radio stations and volume and seat position, then not returning them to their starting states.
When I went to the garage the next day, T-Hoe was parked where the driver's door would not open completely! That's because Hick left him too far back, where the door hit an electrical box mounted between the 2 x 4 studs of the garage wall.
Good thing I checked the seat. The lever moved it back four inches. When I wiggled myself up into the seat, it felt like my head was going to hit the ceiling! And I was tilted back so far I was ready to launch into space. I pushed the button on the door labeled "1" and my seat lowered and tilted forward. Hick had NOT returned my seat, but left it on his own "2" setting.
My clock read 11:55 a.m. Even though my phone said it was 3:49 p.m. Also, the date revealed that I had traveled back in time to January 1, 2005. T-Hoe wasn't even born then!
The driver and passenger windows were halfway down. That is not recommended! What if a mouse got in there overnight???
My radio was still on the same six stations I had left it on. But the information showing was the name of the radio station. Not the name of the ARTIST, as had been my setting.
As far as I could tell, Hick had not changed the position of my mirrors. Likely that's because the inside controls don't work...
As I went up the driveway, Hick was mowing the front yard/field. He waved gaily at me. I'm pretty sure he thought I was waving back, though in all actuality, I was shaking my fist.
Hick later said that he did NOT mess with my radio or clock. His excuse was that when the battery was off, the stuff reset itself. Hmpf. When that battery was dead as a doornail in town, before Hick gave me a jumping, the radio and clock were just fine.
No excuses were made for the bad parking (he's been lectured before!), or the windows down. As for the seat position, Hick swore that he pushed that "1" button to get my settings back. And that probably it didn't work because the door was open with the ignition off. Not so fast, Hickster! It works like that.
Anyhoo... T-Hoe is rolling again, and I have reset the settings to my liking. At least until the next time Hick drives T-Hoe.
I hate it when HeWho drives my car! Firt thing I will have to do tomorrow is readjust everything before braving the Atlanta traffic!
ReplyDeleteYeah! What happened to the courtesy of putting things back like they were? Surely Hick could have driven 5 miles there and back without changing everything. He is 2 inches shorter than I am, yet acts like his feet couldn't reach the gas and brakes without moving the seat. It's not like he took a trip from coast to coast.
DeleteWhen I take my car to a garage, I come back to find the seats readjusted, the radio readjusted, and the windows down with the stench of cigarette smoke. This is for a tire change. And, the car only had to be moved ten feet. Why??? I am 5'7'', so no need to think I am short and tall men cannot get into the car. I fussed at them about this and they acted like I was crazy. You know the men have to work on it, needing the radio changed, windows down, and a cig in their mouths, plus changing the seat adjustments. And, I don't have any automatic adjustments like yours. Oh, I forgot that they changed the rear view mirror! They moved the car straight back!
ReplyDeleteI forgot--they got grease all over the steering wheel and the console. WHY?
Why? MEN! Needing full control of a car! Like when we have a valet park the car when we stay at the Oklahoma casino, and it comes back with the radio station changed. I'm pretty sure that valet can drive a few hundred feet without listening to his own radio selections.
DeleteIt's very rude of them to smoke in other people's cars and make unnecessary adjustments.
DeleteHere's an idea! Don't let him drive it. Oh, wait, he had to drive it to get the new battery.
ReplyDeleteYeah. There's that little catch...
DeleteOur first big motorhome was brand new and we got it in the winter months. We were with friends and drove it to our cabin in Wisconsin to go on the snowmobile trails. Never opened the awning, no reason to. I had a legal pad to note anything that needed attention under warranty. We were on our way home when the awning suddenly opened. On a two lane road with tons of snow in the ditch. The men got out to put it back in and secure it. The "ladies" stayed in the warm confines and watched out the window as it became a comedy skit. They could not get anything to work and were in snow up to there shrinkables. Us ladies started giggling, then laughing and couldn't stop. The men tired of the game, took out a pocket knife and cut that awning off! As they were putting it back inside for the repair folks to play with we really tried to stop laughing, but couldn't, the men were not amused. Anyway when we took it to the dealer with my list of other small grievances they didn't believe us! Well, until I phrased the situation in a more coherent fashion, adding that I would be happy to have our attorney get involved if they did not honor the warranty. They had no way to know that we did not have an attorney. When we picked it up it was filthy! They had tracked in and out and up and down the carpet with their dirty shoes, it reeked of cigarettes and they had taken no care with greasy hands. HeWho was mad and said so to the dismissive one in charge. Then I used my bi-polar disease and go full on crazy with the man. Julia Sugarbaker style. I asked him how he would feel if his mother was treated this way when she took her vehicle in for work and it just escalated from there into a long run-on sentence of a$$ chewing. Apologies were forthcoming and cleaning rags were whipped to try to clean the more obvious hand prints. I think they might remember me form wll over 20 years ago when I was still trying to find the right drug and dosage for my malady
ReplyDeleteWhy am I not surprised by the pocket knife solution? I certainly hope you prefaced your tirade to the dealer with: "I'd like to thank you, RAY DON, for..."
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