Sick of my ***** ** ******* **** *** ******* car
Up and about around 8, and the first order of the day was, of course, to take the car back to the Hyundai dealership on Bank Street. They were accommodating and helpful, but they should be. I explained the issue, they promised they’d look into it again, and then I returned home via courtesy Uber. On the way back, I talked to the driver again and he told me there were some 30,000 drivers in Ottawa. That’s a city of a million people. I can’t decide if that is a lot of Uber drivers or not enough. Certainly, he seemed to feel it was too many. He was also not overly complimentary about the organisation; so, I tried to get him to start a union. The sooner we take control away from millionaires, the better.
On the way, I couldn’t help but notice the new policies of making drug dealers identify themselves publicly. They now have to advertise they are dealers when they drive around, thus making sure everyone knows what they are selling. It’s rare I applaud government actions – but credit where it is due.
Back home, my day quickly got decided for me: laundry; emails; phone calls. Mrs. Ottawacker raised her head from her work parapets and asked if she could pick up some food for the evening on her lunchtime walk. So, we are having cottage pie. I had vain hopes of her making it, but that seems to be what I am doing later in the afternoon. All I could do really was sit around and wait for the call from the garage. When it came, it was obviously not great news. The starter has gone on it, and there we go for another $550 plus tax. Kerrrr-ching. Still, whaddyagonnado?
From there on in, the day could only get better. Mrs. Ottawacker took the boy out to get his skates sharpened and to choose a cake for his birthday party on Saturday. He didn’t want one made – he wanted a bought one. The car worked there and back. In the evening, we had the cottage pie, sat and talked, and then watched a couple of episodes from the final season of The Durrells. I am getting too drawn towards southern Europe again.
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