Work. Right.
Jan. 16th, 2005 05:32 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
novapsycheSo, I'm getting into my car after work was over and see that my car is leaking something. It's under the driver's side, and I have no idea what it could be. I take note of this, then get on the expressway. Everything seems to be going fine, right up until about five miles from Ann Arbor. My temperature gauge is going past 220 degrees. I swear under my breath and flip on my hazard lights.
I'm at the library, not stranded on the side of the freeway. I did have to go extremely slowly--I averaged 20 miles an hour, if that, while I drove on the shoulder. There was nothing else I could do; I wasn't about to sit on the shoulder to let my engine cool. It's too damned cold.
So I don't know what's wrong with my car. All I know is, I'm going to have to call McKinley and explain that I can't work in Fenton. It's just too hard on my car. (I didn't like the commute anyway.)
I'm at the library, not stranded on the side of the freeway. I did have to go extremely slowly--I averaged 20 miles an hour, if that, while I drove on the shoulder. There was nothing else I could do; I wasn't about to sit on the shoulder to let my engine cool. It's too damned cold.
So I don't know what's wrong with my car. All I know is, I'm going to have to call McKinley and explain that I can't work in Fenton. It's just too hard on my car. (I didn't like the commute anyway.)