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From: Frank McCoy <mccoyf@millcomm.com>
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Subject: Re: {ASSD} OT Modern Life
Date: Sat, 12 Aug 2006 21:30:17 -0500
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In alt.sex.stories.d katzmarek <katzmarek@exciteNOSPAM.com> wrote:
>I'm still young enough to be astounded.
>
>This town where I live will no doubt in the future be absorbed by the
>city. ATM it's a satelite town, but still self-contained enough to have
>a sense of community.
>
>City-bred, I once scorned such places as being conservative, bucolic and
>incestuous. I preferred the anonimity of cities where they stepped over
>you in the street having fallen from a heart attack or an excess of alcohol.
>
>When Joni Mitchell wrote 'but life is for learning,' I said 'wow, far
>out,' but that was in the early 70s. Cynicism replaced idealism when the
> butterflies were shot down by anti-aircraft fire.
>
>But, hey! There's hedonism, right? And the pursuit of pleasure.
>
>The old bike is a basket case so I went in pursuit of a replacement.
>Spotted a Kawasaki GPz 900, burgundy with gold trim, and pretty as a
>picture. I talked to the owner, wandered away with two problems, finding
>the finance and getting permission from the other half.
>
>But the aforementioned half decided to drive out in front of a bus.
>Here, we call it being T-boned. Air bags are fine if you run into
>something, but they don't fit them to the doors. Beloved broke the side
>window with the back of her head. I saw the wreck the day after. Our
>Mitsubishi was full of her blood, and the fucker from the tow company
>refused to bugger off. He stood behind me the whole time lest I steal
>the car radio from my own vehicle. 'You can't take anything except
>personal items,' the wanker said in a monotone. All I wanted was to
>blubber uncontrollably before returning to the hospital. He could eat
>the fucking car stereo for all I cared.
>
>But three weeks later she's home and recovering from concussion that
>screwed with her inner ear. This morning she walked to Devotions at the
>Bahai' Centre, as usual, but she pegged out there and I had to fetch her
>home. As you can see, it's a worry, and the Kawasaki has receded into
>the far future.
>
>But small towns, phew! Help and support piled in within half an hour and
>the cards keep coming. They cooked our family dinner and did the
>housework, while I wandered around in a stupour. They took the kids away
>for a fun time so I could absorb the fact my dear one is intact and
>breathing. Other services were performed, too numerous to mention...
>kindnesses great and small.
>
>The Mitsubishi is banana-shaped and the assessor took all of 3 seconds
>to write it off. The following week the insurance cheque arrived, no
>strings and bullshit. It was 'agreed value' and nothing knocked off for
>'depreciation' and such rip-offs.
>
>I went into the car dealer, 'oh yeah, of course he knew all about the
>accident.' I should have guessed you have no secrets in small towns. He
>had a car picked out already, just perfect for us, but a Nissan this
>time. I doubted my wife could face looking at another Mitsubishi dash.
>
>"You want it?" Why not? It's dry in Winter and better than walking.
>"Ok... tap tap, it's ordered and on the boat from Japan this afternoon."
>
>Hell, they can do that now? One flick of the mouse and they can order a
>car all the way from Japan and have it in my drive, registered, insured,
>mechanical check, mileage verification, in four fucking weeks? And all
>without paying them a dollar?
>
>"We know you," he said, "and our customers are important." Shit! If you
>knew me that well I doubt you'd sell me a bicycle. He laughed, and asked
>me what I was doing for transport.
>
>"Nothing," I replied.
>
>"I'll lend you something until your car arrives," he said, "grab
>something off the lot."
>
>"But what if I scratch it... or hit a bus?"
>
>"Honestly? I couldn't give a fuck," he told me, "just make sure you're
>wearing a seat belt. Our customers are important."
>
>Extraordinary.
>
>Don
See, there *are* nice people left in the world.
(The asshole with the tow-truck to the contrary.)
Well wishes for both you and the wife, for what little mine are worth.
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