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Date:         Sun, 4 Oct 1992 22:22:00 EDT
From:         Gilbert Smith <N567126@NCSUADM.ACS.NCSU.EDU>
Subject:      WHTMINJ 3
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What Happened To Me In New Jersey
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   For B'grissom, for reasons that need not be <told>
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  7) So, gentle reader, you ask will he ever *get* to New
Jersey?  Soon, but first a journey through the sweet mechanics
and a trip in the Jag, but not to where he thinks.
  8) Now it is Tuesday, and the tc/sw informs me that we must
leave early on Wednesday to make a trip to Durham, ten miles
beyond the airport, to deliver the Jag to the Circus Boys
repair shop, where said boys have agreed to fix the <nasty>
gas pedal, which does not go down as it should, and the air
conditioner fan, which has decided to blow the fuse whenever
engaged.  But, tc/sw, he says, my car will be in the shop on
Wednesday, where the sm's will be checking it for oil pressure
and giving it it's 15000 mile checkup.  He added "I told you
that yesterday", unfortunately.  (Unfortunately he added that.)
After some discussion about whether he really told her that, it
is decided that the *son* of -ggs will take tc/sw to Durham and
to the airport, since -ggs has gotten a little mixed up about
departure plans. Situation becomes more tense when a call comes
from CFI, asking -ggs when he plans to get his son's account in
order, to which question -ggs gives no reply.  He *looks* at
receiver and hangs up.  So there.  Ms. Hotzbrutz must not be
reading her personal mail.
  9)  Wednesday morning, I inform tc/sw that I will take her
to Durham in son's car, in order to deliver her to airport, since
I don't like her going off without a goodbye.  She looks appreciative,
but simply says, "Do what you want."  I deliver my car to the
sm's, who listen to me describe the gauge which shows no pressure
and the shwooshy sound the brakes make, asking "What is that sound
again?"  -ggs holds his hands in front of him and flaps them as he
repeats "Shwooooosh..." and the sm's are amused and assure him that
the brakes will make no sound at all by the end of the day.  Then
-ggs asks that they make two extra keys for the car, and perform the
15000 mile service, and he does *not* ask how much all this will
cost because he does not want to be in a bad mood when he takes his
tc/sw to the airport.  He rides the courtesy van to the campus,
checks out the office, then goes home to drive to Circus Boys and
RDU airport.
  10)  Unbelievably uneventful trip to CB, where nice looking young
man assures tc/sw that he will personally supervise the <service>
done by the boys, and then to airport, where there is a tearful
farewell, with tc/sw actually saying that she thinks -ggs is the
sweetest thing she has ever seen for doing this for her.  Then
a trip back to the HSH to deliver son's car and walk to the campus,
a distance of *four* blocks.  On the way, -ggs thinks proudly of
the sacrifices he makes regularly for the sake of domestic
tranquility.  A call at the office from CFI, inquiring about
whether Mr. Smith has made arrangements for paying a loan, to which
--ggs responds "He just stepped out" and then a call from the
sm's, who report that the car is ready and the bill is $105.57.
Strange, thinks -ggs.  That is not very much money for all those
shwooshy sounds and 15k service and extra keys and oil gauges.
In a good mood, he walks home and engages his son to take him to
pick up his car, apprehensive yet, because mechanics are by definition
*not* sweet, in the experience of yours devotedly....
--ggs
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