Oh, it's a sweet feeling when you're a girl and you have a car. You're sitting there in a tiny little booth of some creamy pink Fiat, dyeing your sponges. There are no rules for a real queen - as it may seem!
But this is half a trouble, of course, dear girls, none of you recognized in this naive image of yourself. We are all inveterate motorists, and we know for sure how the carburetor is arranged, what is different from 95 perfect and when it is necessary to "change shoes" (I mean, the car). And yet, a rare woman will not be horrified by the mention of repair work in the garage. How?! Garage? These are the remnants of a scoop, I park my baby only in the underground parking lot, and I am serviced only at the service station.
Eh, girlfriends, you don't understand a desperate student who manually fights her Korean iron horse. I inherited the garage from my uncle, by that time I had time to collect - not without the help of my parents, however - for a decent inhabitant for this garage. Well, if there is a roof over my head, and it is exactly one kilometer from my house - why not use it? In general, the car spends 40% of all time there, because I love walking.
Now imagine how long ago a good Soviet cooperative was built - garages were built of sheet metal, in solid boxes, about half of them are still empty, and half of the rest never gave in to the restoration since the creation. My "pen" falls into the last category. When we hacked into it for the first time after the purchase and somehow cleared it of junk, my dad, with whom I don't live, confessed, decided that he had fulfilled his mission, said, "Use your daughter's health" and left me with a rusty bolt in my hands and falling off hinges on the violin door.
In general, I am my father's daughter. Of course, I didn't do any repairs to the garage. The inspection pit was not disassembled, but I haven't used it yet - I change the wheels of a friend, he will have a decent garage. The lights were on, the meter was set - and thank God. Yes, also: changed one lock, but I was talked out of changing it with a punch line: they said that such a good China will not offer now - they say, lubricate it well, and will serve the next owner. Thank you for your kind forecasts!
So, on the way - spring, all winter the car roamed from the garage under the windows and back - therefore, there were no problems with the lock. I had some antifreeze in the canister - and apparently some kind of superstar was added to it. Why?
Because as soon as the first thaw came, my faithful old lock was stuck to the door. And imagine I'm late for work, the car is locked behind a dilapidated but strong door, not a soul in a circle, a girl in leather gloves and heels drums on the iron and talks to the lock on all decent and indecent dialects. But it can be seen that this is not rust, it is a thorough breakage.
Anyway, we have to act fast. Quickly estimating the chances, I understand that it will not be possible to drop off the door alone. I don't cry at all, but the treacherous moisture of offense turns to my eyes. And it was the seventh of March, the work before the holiday - wow! But it's not that bad - the boss entrusted the keys to the office to me yesterday, and if I don't open up to ten - I'll get a festive catch-up, fraught with dismissal.
I hear some noise from the wheels far away. "All right, this is my last chance! I run to the white Tavria, which appeared because of the turn, peacefully crawling to its compartment, waving my hands and shouting. It comes out of the "basin" - a pleasant surprise - a rather knocked down and not so old motorist and frightened as to what he can do to help - and I really have a terrible view.
- Help! - I say - I have to be at the notary's in half an hour, I make a deal. The garage is stuck, and inside the glove compartment, I forgot the money.
- How much is there?
In return, I say the amount I saw on the billboard under the image of a new "E-Vogue". The man should be given credit - he did not ask what I would spend much money on - a second later he was already breaking into the garage. And after 10 seconds, having tried all his strength on an unfortunate key, he solemnly announced that the lock is broken, and he sees the only possible way out - to get in through the ventilation. "Thank God! - I think, "There are more crazy people than me.
Dropping off an old net with a screwdriver was easy (you'll have to take note, you idiot!). My superman friend gets inside - and silence. Then I hear - he scrapes quietly through the door and says
- Call the welders. I'm not going back out - the block fell out.
It is. The castle, which promised many summers of service, just fell off, leaving the gate valve in the nest. The mechanism was now peacefully resting on the floor, and virtue was captured because it was harder to get back through the bars.
I said, "I don't know the phone, but he's proposing to me. Which I couldn't refuse.
- In short, beautiful. I trust you, you leave me here with your car - in his eyes, my "Hyundai" was stuffed with a gold suitcase - and quickly to the center (and gives the address of a welding friend). Can you even drive a mechanic? Take my car - and a bullet, the keys in the ignition.
I brainwashed: what else did I need? Get to work and give the chief the keys to the office? And then - a short day, you can ask for a vacation. And - not to leave a man in trouble, and even on the eve of the holiday, I'll stop by his friend, together we'll cut the hero out of my garage. At least I will try to drive Tavria. So did I.
The noble husband was released after three hours of cold captivity. His face was frowned upon, apparently, having rushed through the glove compartment - I don't lock my car - he realized that he had been deceived by a woman. But I have to hand it to him, I congratulated him on the coming and advised him to change the lock. And I wouldn't have guessed it!