…you enjoy smashing side mirrors off of parked cars at 8 a.m.
This morning, I left my house and rounded the corner to find two cars – one on either side of the road – parked extremely close to each other. Now, this is a fairly normal occurence in New Orleans. But being someone who lives here, I’m usually not squeamish about trying to get through tight spots.
But this spot was a little too tight for me. I attempted it, and then began to back out in abject failure. That is, until the driver behind me refused to back out and yelled at me to go through the cars or get out of his way.
I pulled to the side and proceeded to watch him and eight other drivers plow their way through the tight space and smash one of the parked car’s side mirror to bits.
Not the actual mirror, but similar damage
The glass was shattered, the mirror was bent backward and these drivers just kept at it like it was no big deal. I was shocked at this horrible driving etiquette – even for New Orleans. [I once saw a car deliberately back into another car in order to make sure they were as close as possible in a parallel parking spot.]
Granted: those cars should not have been parked so close. They were both large SUVs and should have known better. But the car that lost a mirror might have been there first – they could have done nothing wrong. And now they’re going to have hundreds of dollars in damages. Disgusting.
I got my car back from the shop today for the fourth time in a week and a half.
So far, repair shops have told me (1) that nothing was wrong and I was making it up, (2) that old, bad spark plugs were the issue and the newest diagnosis: (3) that the sensors on my cam shaft were broken. The cam shaft itself isn’t broken, but the sensors are and they told my car’s computer that the cam shaft is broken – even though it’s not. Apparently, a broken cam shaft is super bad so my car was automatically forcing itself to slow down, stop accelerating, etc. to keep it from hurting itself.
I got the car back today so I guess I will just have to try it out for a while and see if it breaks down again…
Poor sick Kitten holding mommy's hand
This week, Kitten has been a bit sickly so we took her to a vet today in New Orleans. I chose the Southern Animal Foundation on Magazine Street because they seemed reputable, it was fairly close, they were nice on the phone and they were the cheapest…one guess as to which was the deciding factor. (Honestly, our first-time visit with rabies and distemper was $65 — compare that to the $160 I was quoted at the Maple Small Animal Clinic!)
[Sidenote: See this more recent post to hear about how the Southern Animal Foundation actually ended up sucking big time.]
We took her in and while we did have to wait over a half hour past our appointment time, I was very relieved to meet the super nice veterinarian who loved Kitten and treated her very well. She got a basic check-up and came out clean, then she got her annual rabies update. Now, Kitten has gotten rabies shots before with no problems. However, a few hours after we got home tonight, she was getting sick non-stop. After about 30 minutes and a grand total of 10 times getting sick, she settled down, curled up in her little bed and sipped a little from a soy sauce bowl I filled up with water for her.
She seems to be okay now – just sleeping a lot. But we have been waking her up every 30-45 minutes and getting her to drink a little water so she stays hydrated.
I have always made jokes about how dirty New Orleans is. In fact, one thing I usually say is that the air is so dirty that when it rains, it actually makes your car dirtier because the rain weighs the dirt down.
Well, I’m happy/sad to say that I was totally right! Look at this ridiculous picture I took of my car after a light rain the other day:
Dirty car after fresh rain
Total dirt droplets all over my car.