Post by Teddy Winborne on Apr 10, 2007 12:34:30 GMT 7
So Teddy's car finally broke down. It worked fine for the entire 6 months that he owned it, and it finally crapped out on him. It couldn't have picked a better time too, literally. He was just pulling back into New York, after driving all the way from Mexico. Thank god that it was about mid-day, or else he wouldn't have gotten anywhere in his car after it broke down.
So there he was, stuck in the mechanics shop. Teddy was leaning against the car, his arms folded across his chest. His outfit of the day consisted of a black Metallica band t-shirt, blue jeans, and his black vans. A black hat topped it off, resting crooked on his head. A rather tall, scrawny and greasy man was leaning over the engine. This man, Teddy had noticed, was greasy in more than one way. Not a pleasant sight. He wasn't really worried about the appearance of the mechanic though. He was more worried about getting his car fixed. If it didn't get fixed soon, he'd be fucked about getting to school from his apartment, and back again. Well, there was the public transportation. But they were dirtier and greasier than the mechanic that was helping him.
"There is something definitely wrong with the engine here." The voice floated out from underneath the hood. Teddy leaned over and looked at him. "Well no shit, man. You think I'd be here if there wasn't anything wrong?" he asked, irritably. He stood straight again, and glanced over to another car that was being worked on. "Hey, excuse me...sir." Teddy said, walking closer to the other car. "Could you come look at my car when you're finished? This guy doesn't seem to know anything." Harsh? Oh yes. But Teddy wasn't all that nice with mechanics, ever since an incident back in Regina.
[Not my best...But hey, I'm tired.]
So there he was, stuck in the mechanics shop. Teddy was leaning against the car, his arms folded across his chest. His outfit of the day consisted of a black Metallica band t-shirt, blue jeans, and his black vans. A black hat topped it off, resting crooked on his head. A rather tall, scrawny and greasy man was leaning over the engine. This man, Teddy had noticed, was greasy in more than one way. Not a pleasant sight. He wasn't really worried about the appearance of the mechanic though. He was more worried about getting his car fixed. If it didn't get fixed soon, he'd be fucked about getting to school from his apartment, and back again. Well, there was the public transportation. But they were dirtier and greasier than the mechanic that was helping him.
"There is something definitely wrong with the engine here." The voice floated out from underneath the hood. Teddy leaned over and looked at him. "Well no shit, man. You think I'd be here if there wasn't anything wrong?" he asked, irritably. He stood straight again, and glanced over to another car that was being worked on. "Hey, excuse me...sir." Teddy said, walking closer to the other car. "Could you come look at my car when you're finished? This guy doesn't seem to know anything." Harsh? Oh yes. But Teddy wasn't all that nice with mechanics, ever since an incident back in Regina.
[Not my best...But hey, I'm tired.]