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May. 6th, 2005
Wrong trains are okay
May. 6th, 2005 06:50 pmNormally Steve and I meet for lunch. We didn't plan to do that today. After school I had to go cash in some stock certificates in order to keep me from being one of Big Ben's clients, so I just told Steve I'd meet up with him later.
After my stock transaction, I headed to Montgomery Street Station, listening to some tunes. I really enjoy my iPod. It makes my commutes to school so much better. However; it can be distracting. I heard the Muni Fembot state that the next train would be a 2-car El-Terrible train. Good deal. But I forgot how often that bitch lies. I was listening to Bangles or something and boarded the train home to the Castro. Or so I thought. After Van Ness, the train took the tracks to the right. Damn. It was an N Judah.
I disembarked at Church and Duboce and walked to Market. I spied![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
bigjohnsf heading towards May's M&L Market. Then I spy double_ohsteven headed toward May's. Turns out that they didn't make arrangements to meet for lunch, it was just coincidence, and then I showed up. Nice surprise! I guess the "wrong" train was the right one today.
After my stock transaction, I headed to Montgomery Street Station, listening to some tunes. I really enjoy my iPod. It makes my commutes to school so much better. However; it can be distracting. I heard the Muni Fembot state that the next train would be a 2-car El-Terrible train. Good deal. But I forgot how often that bitch lies. I was listening to Bangles or something and boarded the train home to the Castro. Or so I thought. After Van Ness, the train took the tracks to the right. Damn. It was an N Judah.
I disembarked at Church and Duboce and walked to Market. I spied
bigjohnsf heading towards May's M&L Market. Then I spy double_ohsteven headed toward May's. Turns out that they didn't make arrangements to meet for lunch, it was just coincidence, and then I showed up. Nice surprise! I guess the "wrong" train was the right one today.Whaddaya mean "undriveable"?
May. 6th, 2005 08:32 pmSteve left around 7:30pm to meet up with a friend to go to a french tongue party. Apparently, they speak French at this party. Sounds interesting.
The police called the house at 8pm. They found Steve's car. They need him to call right away, or else it will be towed. They say it's "undriveable." The car is located a few blocks away up on Yukon. I get ahold of Steve on his cell phone and give him the number to call. I then hike up the hill to see the car.
There is a police car there with its light shining on Steve's car. The car looks fine from the outside. It's parked nicely, with its wheels curbed appropriately. A fresh ticket from Friday streetsweeping was hanging from its hood. I go up and introduce myself to the friendly policeman. He said that a tow truck was on its way unless Steve could be there within 30 minutes. I gave him Steve's cell number, and he got ahold of him to come sign for the car.
I asked why they said the car was undriveable. "Um, it has no seats. I'm not sure if there's an engine." I go over and look inside. Yep, the seats, front and back, were ripped out! I laughed. The glovebox was open, and I could see Steve's boat keys were there. Whew! The radio was still there. It looked like the registration was laying on the floor. I guess that they really needed seats.
Steve shows up with Fred about 15 minutes later. Steve signs for the car, and I pop the hood. The engine looks untouched. Steve was able to start the car just fine. We grabbed a few things from the car, then Steve heads to his party, and I come back to the house. We'll get some more stuff from the car in the morning.
Steve will now just need to call the insurance company to let them know its been found and go from there. They'll need to tow it and replace the seats.
Life can be interesting.
The police called the house at 8pm. They found Steve's car. They need him to call right away, or else it will be towed. They say it's "undriveable." The car is located a few blocks away up on Yukon. I get ahold of Steve on his cell phone and give him the number to call. I then hike up the hill to see the car.
There is a police car there with its light shining on Steve's car. The car looks fine from the outside. It's parked nicely, with its wheels curbed appropriately. A fresh ticket from Friday streetsweeping was hanging from its hood. I go up and introduce myself to the friendly policeman. He said that a tow truck was on its way unless Steve could be there within 30 minutes. I gave him Steve's cell number, and he got ahold of him to come sign for the car.
I asked why they said the car was undriveable. "Um, it has no seats. I'm not sure if there's an engine." I go over and look inside. Yep, the seats, front and back, were ripped out! I laughed. The glovebox was open, and I could see Steve's boat keys were there. Whew! The radio was still there. It looked like the registration was laying on the floor. I guess that they really needed seats.
Steve shows up with Fred about 15 minutes later. Steve signs for the car, and I pop the hood. The engine looks untouched. Steve was able to start the car just fine. We grabbed a few things from the car, then Steve heads to his party, and I come back to the house. We'll get some more stuff from the car in the morning.
Steve will now just need to call the insurance company to let them know its been found and go from there. They'll need to tow it and replace the seats.
Life can be interesting.