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May. 8th, 2002 06:36 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
the_rckLunarGeography has mentioned that she's got another friend who might be interested in the Amber game and who I might like generally. We were supposed to meet yesterday, but LunarGeography's car is having a lot of trouble. She's trying to drive it as little as possible, so the meeting's been put off until that problem's been solved. She's afraid that the car may no longer be worth repairing which would leave her and her husband without a car entirely; I suspect it also means that they'll only be replacing one of the vehicles.
The car trouble's even more annoying because I know she spent about $250 last week getting the car "fixed." I went with her to the dealership, and we chatted while we waited. The repairs took much longer than had been predicted. We're not sure by how much, however, because as it turns out the car had been done for quite some time before we found out that it was. They had a waiting area with comfortable chairs and a tv (with no means of changing the channel). We sat through two soap operas and Oprah. I knitted while LunarGeography crocheted until she ran out of yarn. At that point, she kind of got cornered (figuratively) in a conversation with an older man who seemed to be trying to impress us with how much money he had, how liberal he was, etc. He reminded me enough of my father in how he spoke that I did my best to avoid listening (the fact that he seemed to want an audience rather than an interactive conversation didn't help either).
I was a little startled by the realization that I'm in the target demographic for Saturn dealerships. The background music they played while we were there was so very early eighties; I think I recognized every song. Nostalgia thick enough to choke on.
The car trouble's even more annoying because I know she spent about $250 last week getting the car "fixed." I went with her to the dealership, and we chatted while we waited. The repairs took much longer than had been predicted. We're not sure by how much, however, because as it turns out the car had been done for quite some time before we found out that it was. They had a waiting area with comfortable chairs and a tv (with no means of changing the channel). We sat through two soap operas and Oprah. I knitted while LunarGeography crocheted until she ran out of yarn. At that point, she kind of got cornered (figuratively) in a conversation with an older man who seemed to be trying to impress us with how much money he had, how liberal he was, etc. He reminded me enough of my father in how he spoke that I did my best to avoid listening (the fact that he seemed to want an audience rather than an interactive conversation didn't help either).
I was a little startled by the realization that I'm in the target demographic for Saturn dealerships. The background music they played while we were there was so very early eighties; I think I recognized every song. Nostalgia thick enough to choke on.
