Wednesday, January 26, 2011

It Was Like That When I Got Here


It Was Like That When I Got Here

My trip to get Noam's car can fill a whole book, but this is pretty much the bottom line of the experience.
Noam's mum and I, after going through endless procedures, waiting and 2 lots, finally found our car. Waiting to be demolished. Yep, the car was waiting in car heaven's waiting room, where cars come to be scrapped. Not that I can blame anyone: The car is a million years old and had three flat tyres. It's a wonder they toed it in the first place and didn't just put it in the recycling bin. So after another hour of driving from lot to lot, we eventually got the car back, air in tyres included.

2 comments:

  1. I asked you to make me look pretty!

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  2. miri darling, you do look pretty but helpless...kids are our pleasure don't you agree?

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