Art called and said the upper division guy had decided to honor the warranty and fix the transmission. He said that they had ordered the transmission, and that he was hoping that it would come in early and that if it did, I might have the car back Thursday night. Otherwise it would be Friday morning. Maybe. I'm going to take this with a grain of salt because I've been given dates before, and I didn't get the car back when I was suppose to.
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Jackie gave a ride to work, bless her. She also said that she was getting off around four, and that if I got off around then, she'd give me a ride home. so I did get off around four and I called up Jackie, and she had only had two clients that afternoon and was already home. So I had to walk home, that nice hour long walk, filled with car flumes, and plenty of sirens. I stopped at the bank and deposited my RT check. I stopped at the health food store and bought potatoes chips. I stopped at the Winerschirzel and bought a 50/50. I stopped at Mr. Wok and bought some Chicken Cashew Din. Then I went home.
I called up Jackie and she gave me a long lecture on how it was unfair to the cats and her and Dale for me to have so many cats. That the house will require a lot of repair work, when it's time for me to leave, (in what ever capacity that might be). I wasn't thrilled to hear this. I have no idea where it came from. And I know she has a point. Most of my fantasies about winning the lottery involve making the cat's life better. I must get a better job, so I can fix the house up.
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