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jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-01-27 02:31 am
jecca_mehlota) wrote2007-01-27 02:31 am
... Right, then.
I generally try to be home before midnight, but sometimes one is in situations where this is not possible. Going to see a movie will occasionally cause this (on that note, Pan's Labyrinth was incredible and more people should know about it and see it). Nearly ran into a deer on the way home, though. Came over a hill in a dark stretch of road and WAH!
That... isn't the problem, here. I mean, I missed the deer (hence the 'nearly' in the above paragraph, you know).
It's been snowing (also not the problem), and the driveway has some build up near the end anyway because of the sidewalk plow that putters on through occasionally, and when it snows, it can build up more. The road I live on was pretty snowy so I was going pretty slow by the time I actually turned off to park. Snow had built up some and the front of the car bumped into the crusty snow-ice combo forming in the driveway. Here's the problem. The car made a noise.
Not like a, "oh, I'm a car and I just crunched up some snow and ice with my wheels *crunchy crunch*" noise. I mean a, "ow! Why did I just walk into a snowbank"? kind of noise.
...Yyyeah. NEEDLESS TO SAY, this really surprised me. However, because I can handle all sorts of strange situations with grace and coherency, I squeaked. Loudly.
Then I had a stare down with the dashboard, though it didn't give anything away, so I finally just asked, "I'm sorry, did you just... say something?"
No reply, (of course, right?), so I laugh it off as me being tired and I'm just about to start inching the car forward (at this point, we're still only halfway into the driveway) when - and this time I knew I wasn't just imagining things - the car kind of ... sighs. I don't know what else to call it or how to describe it. If cars sighed, that's what it'd sound and feel like.
At this point, I just freeze. Car must've noticed that I was Not Happy with this (maybe it was my death grip on the wheel), because then it says, in a very car-like voice, kind of rumbling; "Sorry."
WHICH OF COURSE DIDN'T HELP AT ALL. Now instead of assuming I'm way too overtired and need to get inside and go to bed, now the car is talking to me and I am clearly just insane.
I think I kind of half-expected the car to fold in on me and eat me or something, I don't know. When your car is suddenly appearing to be sentient in some way or another, you kind of stop thinking clearly.
"You just spoke!" Just in case the car wasn't aware of that, you know. Remind it. Yes.
... I don't like calling the car "it" since it's clearly alive, so I'm going to refer to it as 'sie' since... I mean, it's still a car. Do cars have genders? I could have asked. Considering the situation and my tendency to think of the most inane things at the most inappropriate times, I'm kind of surprised I didn't.
Anyway, sie let me just freak out there for a few minutes, but it was probably annoying to have to deal with, and eventually sie asked if I could try to calm down. I managed to (go me, because otherwise I'd probably still be sitting there in the driveway), after sie tried to make a joke about me singing along with the radio and doing a rather poor job of it with some songs, and then... well, what else do you do when you discover your car is alive? We had a short conversation.
Mostly I asked if sie had always been aware/alive (hir answer was yes to that), why sie hadn't let someone know before (at which point I'm rather sure I was stared at incredulously, despite the interior having no obvious "eyes," until I admitted that it was a very stupid question), where sie came from or how sie became aware (sie wouldn't tell me) if there were others (that was classified, but I am assuming the answer is yes), and what, exactly, sie was doing here (which was also classified). Sie did want me to know that, no, I wasn't going to be killed or anything for finding out. since sie isn't here to cause trouble or hurt people.
I guess I can believe that. I've been driving around in this thing for how long now? Over a year? It - sie - has had plenty of opportunities to kill me this far, but I'm not dead (yet). This even kind of explains how I somehow did not go off the road that one time.
...So, yeah, my car is alive. What do you even do about that?
I really do feel terrible leaving hir out there. I mean, it's cold, and cars always sound so terrible when you start them up after it's been freezing... But what else can I do? I couldn't just leave the keys in the ignition... arg. At least sie didn't ask me to do anything about it. Maybe they don't mind as much as they sound like they do.
... Yeah, and also, it's Rabbit Hole Day and pretty much everything inside the cut is a total lie. I can't think of a way to cleverly work that in. Deal.
I've mentioned before that I work in a bakery, I believe. Well, today when I went in, things were backed up (more so than usual), and after a quick inquiry I found out it was because the oven hadn't been working yesterday so this morning they'd had the maintenance guys in fixing it. They'd left, but the oven still wasn't working. It'd go up to whatever temp you'd set it at, stay there for all of fifteen minutes, suddenly drop off and become very cold, stay that way for again about fifteen minutes, and then heat back up. It was impossible to bake a bunch of things because they take longer than the oven would stay warm for.
We did at least manage to make a few rounds of bread (which is a huge seller). Maintenance was back in when we left. Hopefully they'll have it working by the time I have to go back in tomorrow...
That... isn't the problem, here. I mean, I missed the deer (hence the 'nearly' in the above paragraph, you know).
It's been snowing (also not the problem), and the driveway has some build up near the end anyway because of the sidewalk plow that putters on through occasionally, and when it snows, it can build up more. The road I live on was pretty snowy so I was going pretty slow by the time I actually turned off to park. Snow had built up some and the front of the car bumped into the crusty snow-ice combo forming in the driveway. Here's the problem. The car made a noise.
Not like a, "oh, I'm a car and I just crunched up some snow and ice with my wheels *crunchy crunch*" noise. I mean a, "ow! Why did I just walk into a snowbank"? kind of noise.
...Yyyeah. NEEDLESS TO SAY, this really surprised me. However, because I can handle all sorts of strange situations with grace and coherency, I squeaked. Loudly.
Then I had a stare down with the dashboard, though it didn't give anything away, so I finally just asked, "I'm sorry, did you just... say something?"
No reply, (of course, right?), so I laugh it off as me being tired and I'm just about to start inching the car forward (at this point, we're still only halfway into the driveway) when - and this time I knew I wasn't just imagining things - the car kind of ... sighs. I don't know what else to call it or how to describe it. If cars sighed, that's what it'd sound and feel like.
At this point, I just freeze. Car must've noticed that I was Not Happy with this (maybe it was my death grip on the wheel), because then it says, in a very car-like voice, kind of rumbling; "Sorry."
WHICH OF COURSE DIDN'T HELP AT ALL. Now instead of assuming I'm way too overtired and need to get inside and go to bed, now the car is talking to me and I am clearly just insane.
I think I kind of half-expected the car to fold in on me and eat me or something, I don't know. When your car is suddenly appearing to be sentient in some way or another, you kind of stop thinking clearly.
"You just spoke!" Just in case the car wasn't aware of that, you know. Remind it. Yes.
... I don't like calling the car "it" since it's clearly alive, so I'm going to refer to it as 'sie' since... I mean, it's still a car. Do cars have genders? I could have asked. Considering the situation and my tendency to think of the most inane things at the most inappropriate times, I'm kind of surprised I didn't.
Anyway, sie let me just freak out there for a few minutes, but it was probably annoying to have to deal with, and eventually sie asked if I could try to calm down. I managed to (go me, because otherwise I'd probably still be sitting there in the driveway), after sie tried to make a joke about me singing along with the radio and doing a rather poor job of it with some songs, and then... well, what else do you do when you discover your car is alive? We had a short conversation.
Mostly I asked if sie had always been aware/alive (hir answer was yes to that), why sie hadn't let someone know before (at which point I'm rather sure I was stared at incredulously, despite the interior having no obvious "eyes," until I admitted that it was a very stupid question), where sie came from or how sie became aware (sie wouldn't tell me) if there were others (that was classified, but I am assuming the answer is yes), and what, exactly, sie was doing here (which was also classified). Sie did want me to know that, no, I wasn't going to be killed or anything for finding out. since sie isn't here to cause trouble or hurt people.
I guess I can believe that. I've been driving around in this thing for how long now? Over a year? It - sie - has had plenty of opportunities to kill me this far, but I'm not dead (yet). This even kind of explains how I somehow did not go off the road that one time.
...So, yeah, my car is alive. What do you even do about that?
I really do feel terrible leaving hir out there. I mean, it's cold, and cars always sound so terrible when you start them up after it's been freezing... But what else can I do? I couldn't just leave the keys in the ignition... arg. At least sie didn't ask me to do anything about it. Maybe they don't mind as much as they sound like they do.
... Yeah, and also, it's Rabbit Hole Day and pretty much everything inside the cut is a total lie. I can't think of a way to cleverly work that in. Deal.
I've mentioned before that I work in a bakery, I believe. Well, today when I went in, things were backed up (more so than usual), and after a quick inquiry I found out it was because the oven hadn't been working yesterday so this morning they'd had the maintenance guys in fixing it. They'd left, but the oven still wasn't working. It'd go up to whatever temp you'd set it at, stay there for all of fifteen minutes, suddenly drop off and become very cold, stay that way for again about fifteen minutes, and then heat back up. It was impossible to bake a bunch of things because they take longer than the oven would stay warm for.
We did at least manage to make a few rounds of bread (which is a huge seller). Maintenance was back in when we left. Hopefully they'll have it working by the time I have to go back in tomorrow...