Everythings stupid but me......
Last night I drove to Edinburgh airport to pick up my boyfriend from his stupid smoker weekend in London. He phoned mid afternoon saying could i bring his stupid car cos mines is so small - as in too small to hold four stupid grown men and their stupid luggage. I love my car - Picanto! very girly. Anyway, his stupid car makes me feel like Im driving a truck its too high up and when I brake I almost go through the front windscreen. I asked what kind of petrol it took and he said diesel but there was plenty. Fine.
Left at 6pm as flight was getting in at 7.30. Wanted plenty time to park etc. Got in car and there was hardly any diesel so I thought Id stop at Bullionfield an get some on the way. Stopped at Bullionfield and was at the wrong side of the car so had to reverse out petrol station ( not very easy when everyone wants in! ) then go to another side - opposite from my own car - as are the stupid indicators and stupid windscreen wipers. Started filling up then realised I was using some stupid supreme blend of diesel that I couldnt even afford. Went and paid and got back into car. Noticed that when Id put down my window earlier Id pressed the button for the stupid passenger window too. Started driving out station whilst pressing buttons for the stupid windows to go up. Concentrating on approaching traffic so not looking at windows. Get half a mile up motorway an start thinking wheres the draft coming from?
Draft is coming from stupid passenger window which is refusing to go up! Stop car in lay by and lean over to passenger door to push button up from there. NO. Its not happening is it. Window wont close. Start driving out towards Perth and realise stupid window has slid further down. Now half way open. Hit 70 and the draft is really giving me a sore neck. Grab dirty sweaty football top that is lying on back seat forgotten after last weeks game of 5's. wrap it round my just showered perfumed neck and try to keep warm. People Im passing are staring at me as if Im mad having the window wide open - yes - its now wide open - on the motorway in the howling wind but Ive lost so much time faffing about with stupid window Im now running late.
Get to Edinburgh and find parking space at 7.25. Ask stupid attendent if its safe to leave stupid car with window down - No, shut it he says. Look at him as if hes a poo I just stood in and stomp off towards terminal. Grab a latte in Costas and watch as the "boys" troop through - each one drunker than the last. All except two. My boyfriend and one of the others. Boyfriend hasn't had a drink all day at the BBQ or on the plane as he was going to drive home so Im not so tired when we get home after driving there. So thoughtful and normally Id be delighted - but now im thinking, ok, who's sitting in stupid passenger seat with stupid wide open window.
yeh - you guessed it me. suffice to say by the time we got to Dundee the "boys" in the back of the stupid car hadn't half sobered up and were happy to get out stupid car. O well, at least it didnt start raining.......
Left at 6pm as flight was getting in at 7.30. Wanted plenty time to park etc. Got in car and there was hardly any diesel so I thought Id stop at Bullionfield an get some on the way. Stopped at Bullionfield and was at the wrong side of the car so had to reverse out petrol station ( not very easy when everyone wants in! ) then go to another side - opposite from my own car - as are the stupid indicators and stupid windscreen wipers. Started filling up then realised I was using some stupid supreme blend of diesel that I couldnt even afford. Went and paid and got back into car. Noticed that when Id put down my window earlier Id pressed the button for the stupid passenger window too. Started driving out station whilst pressing buttons for the stupid windows to go up. Concentrating on approaching traffic so not looking at windows. Get half a mile up motorway an start thinking wheres the draft coming from?
Draft is coming from stupid passenger window which is refusing to go up! Stop car in lay by and lean over to passenger door to push button up from there. NO. Its not happening is it. Window wont close. Start driving out towards Perth and realise stupid window has slid further down. Now half way open. Hit 70 and the draft is really giving me a sore neck. Grab dirty sweaty football top that is lying on back seat forgotten after last weeks game of 5's. wrap it round my just showered perfumed neck and try to keep warm. People Im passing are staring at me as if Im mad having the window wide open - yes - its now wide open - on the motorway in the howling wind but Ive lost so much time faffing about with stupid window Im now running late.
Get to Edinburgh and find parking space at 7.25. Ask stupid attendent if its safe to leave stupid car with window down - No, shut it he says. Look at him as if hes a poo I just stood in and stomp off towards terminal. Grab a latte in Costas and watch as the "boys" troop through - each one drunker than the last. All except two. My boyfriend and one of the others. Boyfriend hasn't had a drink all day at the BBQ or on the plane as he was going to drive home so Im not so tired when we get home after driving there. So thoughtful and normally Id be delighted - but now im thinking, ok, who's sitting in stupid passenger seat with stupid wide open window.
yeh - you guessed it me. suffice to say by the time we got to Dundee the "boys" in the back of the stupid car hadn't half sobered up and were happy to get out stupid car. O well, at least it didnt start raining.......
posted by Maggie at 10:45 am
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