03:03: bitter little girl is moving to a new place in their same neighborhood. whiny little girl and i helped them move their stuff in to the new house yesterday. i'm gonna miss that old house. from age 11, it had been my home away from home. i've got a whole lot of good memories of that place. milk and cookies. ice cream. way too much soda. sleepovers. unsupervised drinking. idiotic attempts at trying to watch a sunrise on an overcast morning in the middle of a street surrounded by tall condos. waking up to that monster of an alarm clock and thinking there's a fire. waking up with half of me squished under the bed. a ref which seemed perpetually stuffed with just about every bad thing that both kids and grown-ups loved. whiny little girl with bitter little girl's cousin. me and the ex. the yaj incident.
it's probably fitting that we say goodbye to the old house with our dumbest misadventure yet.
see, the plan was to move stuff, go home. if whiny little girl hadn't locked the car with both the car keys and the spare key in it, we wouldn't have had to walk around the village, borrowing keys to a mazda pick-up truck (or anything, really) that might have notches similar enough to unlock her car. and we wouldn't have had to wait 2 or 3 hours for her sister to arrive with the other duplicate. and her sister wouldn't have been there to bring home my young hijada, leaving the rest of the night free for us to do as we pleased. and although the plan was for whiny little girl to take me right home, bitter little girl decided to come with us for a ride. with her daughter on her way home in the other car and bitter there with us, whiny felt a little braver about driving by to see her ex. now, this guy has been gone for years. despite him being bitter's cousin, we don't hear much from him. he's treated like a ghost during family gatherings. he hasn't seen his 8-year old daughter since she was a baby, i think. but ever since he and whiny ran into each other at the old house a few months back, he's been calling her again. now, the drive-by had something to do with his calls. i just don't know what exactly. so although we really shouldn't have, we went to his place. just a drive-by, that was my understanding. (yeah, like a drive-by shooting. i'd have been ok with that.) she didn't need to call him and let him know we were coming, but for whatever reason, she did. and i really don't know why, but when we stopped at the corner, she unlocked the car door and he got in.
no one said anything to him. it was like picking up a can of tuna and putting it in your shopping cart. i think i asked "why is he here?" and bitter little girl answered "because whiny unlocked the door."
not two minutes with him in the truck and the madness started. we were doing a u-turn at this open space off the road, about a block away from his place, when the clutch stuck. we went to the gas station to have someone see what was wrong, but it was doing ok by then. they said that it could still get us home, have it fixed the next day. so we were back at the corner, dropping off whiny's ex at his place, but he says he'll get off after we make the u-turn. same spot of open space off the road to do a u-turn and the clutch sticks again before we can get the car in gear. 15 or 20 minutes of trying harder to get the car in gear gets us nowhere and burns out the clutch. it is now 10:47pm. whiny calls her mechanic, who says park it and go home. and i know i'm an f1 fan, but i'm completely useless in these situations. what the hell do i know about troubleshooting car problems? but i know enough not to leave your car in the shady part of town.
whiny and her ex go out to find a mechanic and prepaid credit for her maxed-out phone. an hour later, we conclude that having a car towed twice in one week is too much for one wallet, and leaving the car there till it can get fixed in the morning is too risky. whiny decided to hire a jeep, driven by one of the neighborhood guys, the delinquent absentee father's friend, to pull the pick-up truck to her mechanic. i get into a cab and head home.
while whiny and her ex were away, bitter and i got to thinking... why did this have to happen? it was as if something pushed us there. the delay with getting the keys locked in... our hijada leaving us free to see her father... the jerk not getting off the car when he could have... what for? maybe those two really needed to talk. i know i need closure from a recently revived ghost. whiny's need is greater, i'd say. maybe i was wrong to have called this a misadventure. a serendipitous incident? maybe. but i wouldn't push it.
on my way home, i sent a message to my ex, upon bitter little girl's request, to let him know that his sister is on his way home and for him to wait up for her. he sent a message saying: he's home, goodnight, love you, miss you ... in baby talk. what the---?? i replied, editing the message to add a "-eeeeww" at the end. that had to have been meant for his girlfriend and sent to me by mistake. or he's trying to freak me out. right. you win. i'm freaked.
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