How many Es in "Schadenfreude"?
Mar. 15th, 2004 08:57 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
zotzAnnoyingly, I thought I had a copy of Engine City somewhere, but I don't. I don't suppose anyone fancies swapping one for my spare copy of Dark Light? Nope, didn't think so.
Earlier on I was out at the shop, and on the way back I noticed there was a pickup parked outside the flat. Not just any old pickup, mind - this was a very seriously overblown piece of kit. Apparently brand new, big black and glossy, far too big to be in a town and far too shiny to have been bought to do real work. And as if that wasn't bad enough, it was a left-hand drive Dodge(y), and therefore probably a British-registered US import. This was a very bad example of what Ximena called a penis-wagon. It was such a ridiculously phallic vehicle that I can honestly say that the last time I saw one like it it belonged to a dyke [1].
As you may have guessed by now, i didn't quite fall in love with it. In fact, my first thought as I saw a traffic warden turning the corner was to check whether it had a parking ticket displayed.
And guess what?
Well, obviously as soon as I got inside I threw the blinds open and watched and waited. And waited. And looked around for the traffic warden, who had disappeared. (Call that justice?)
After a couple of minutes the warden reappeared, though, and ticketed it nicely. He walked off and within a minute the owner got back. How I laughed (but not openly, of course, because he could see me. I pretended to be folding up a piece of paper).
It didn't quite make up for the tickets I got there, but . . . well, almost.
[1] True story. Lovely woman she was, too, but her truck was ridiculous.
Earlier on I was out at the shop, and on the way back I noticed there was a pickup parked outside the flat. Not just any old pickup, mind - this was a very seriously overblown piece of kit. Apparently brand new, big black and glossy, far too big to be in a town and far too shiny to have been bought to do real work. And as if that wasn't bad enough, it was a left-hand drive Dodge(y), and therefore probably a British-registered US import. This was a very bad example of what Ximena called a penis-wagon. It was such a ridiculously phallic vehicle that I can honestly say that the last time I saw one like it it belonged to a dyke [1].
As you may have guessed by now, i didn't quite fall in love with it. In fact, my first thought as I saw a traffic warden turning the corner was to check whether it had a parking ticket displayed.
And guess what?
Well, obviously as soon as I got inside I threw the blinds open and watched and waited. And waited. And looked around for the traffic warden, who had disappeared. (Call that justice?)
After a couple of minutes the warden reappeared, though, and ticketed it nicely. He walked off and within a minute the owner got back. How I laughed (but not openly, of course, because he could see me. I pretended to be folding up a piece of paper).
It didn't quite make up for the tickets I got there, but . . . well, almost.
[1] True story. Lovely woman she was, too, but her truck was ridiculous.
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Date: 2004-03-15 11:09 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-03-17 05:46 am (UTC)penis-wagon?
Date: 2004-03-16 08:17 pm (UTC)-X.
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Date: 2004-03-17 05:45 am (UTC)Thanks. It's a good phrase.