The Prius is this really cool car, which gives amazing mileage due to its hybrid petrol-electric drive. We then drove back to AA. Or so we thought. We got lost so many times that it stopped being funny after a while. And each time we pulled into an exit and asked for directions it looked like we had stepped through a time warp and into someplace where everyone speaks like a character from a 1960s slasher movie. You know… slow music and the shop counter clerk with shifty eyes….
We finally got home around midnight. D called around then. To say that K should not come to NY cos of some absolutely lame XYZ reason. Which basically boils down to this: something was very fishy. Very fishy the way one might describe the North Atlantic. In fact the only thing which is less fishy than this is probably the Sahara. Now there have been precious few people I have REALLY despised. D went from being of zero consequence to me and my life to right up there in the list of ten people I hate the most in maybe three days. That much be a record. So I am a harmless very peaceable nonviolent bloke. But I wish no good at all to the aforementioned D. There is an ancient curse, which goes, ‘may you live in interesting times’. Need I say the rest?
That put a damper on things. The kind of huge, massive damper that needs summer and a huge electric fan to dehumidify. Ok, that metaphor was carried too far. But, we sat around looking like characters in a British murder mystery. Until someone suggested that we book a youth hostel. Which we promptly did.. in Jersey City. And crashed for what was left of the night.
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