|Probably safest place for a woman. Definitely NOT behind the steering wheel|
What is it with women and cars?
Why on Earth she wanted me to go along I have no idea, because as soon as we had arrived and parked in Jackson Street (The main shopping street in Petone, a small sea-side suburb, opposite Wellington on Wellington Harbour), she
After she returned, shoeless (it transpired that they didn't have them in her size, HAHAHAHAHA) we had a drink and a cheese scone in Cafe Figg and then went off on a meander around the
I can understand people buying some of the stuff I occasionally see on YONKS' blog, with some semblance of style and attractiveness, but who wants to buy a tennis racket without strings, or a wooden captain's chair that is so badly made it's held together with wire binding, AND has armrests and backpiece nailed on with what I suspect are 6" nails AND is being sold for $250.
Beats the sh*t out of me.
We finally returned to my car, parked outside what used to be Palms Malaysian bistro and is now Uncle Mike's Kansas City BBQ .
Who picks these bl**dy names?
Kansas City BBQ?
I strongly suspect that "Uncle Mike" has never been out of the North Island let alone been a proprietor skilled in the production of f*cking Barbecues who learned his trade in Kansas f*cking City.
However, as we approached my car I saw a ticket stuck under the wiper blades.
My first thought was
I've been booked for overstaying my parking time (60 minutes in this area)
But the ticket was a funny beige colour.
When opened, it turned out to be a note of apology from another driver who had "slightly bumped" the rear of my car.
When I had a look, I saw this.
How on earth did it happen?
She was probably either;
- Applying lipstick as she pulled out of the parking bay behind me.
- Adjusting her hair in the driving mirror as she pulled out of the parking bay behind me.
- Waving at a friend across the road as she pulled out of the parking bay behind me.
- Blinded by the recent application of either perfume or hair spray.
- Or was just doing what came normally to her sex...Who the hell knows. We blokes have no real idea what goes on under the surface layers of a female mind.
To be fair, she did leave her name and mobile number, and it turned out she had insurance, so all would be fixed with no more cost to me.
But the inconvenience!
I'm now stuck at home for the next 3 days while the repairs get done.
Three days at home with my Beloved.
Three days at home with my Beloved as she thinks up little jobs for me to do to keep me occupied.
She ignores my protestations of having plenty to do.
Listen to music
I ask you, what's wrong with doing that?
I would also add that in my years in New Zealand, my cars (Mazda MX5, Isuzu Bighorn and the present Subaru Legacy) have all been hit WHILE STATIONARY by woman drivers.
|Yeah, of course you can.|
You can find me jobs
You can break my cars
Or you could make my tea.