Monday, April 26, 2010

Matilda...part one

This post is one of many in honor of my dear car, Matilda.

Matilda is an awesome car, really. She has given me more than I ever paid for her. My dear friend and roommate, Shayla, sold her to me for $250.

Which might explain why she has so many problems. But just let me tell you that my dear car Matilda has passed inspection 3 years in a row now!

The first time I took the car in to be inspected (I had just purchased it and needed to get it registered), I forgot to tell the car inspector guy that the driver's side door locks automatically when the car is running.

The lock's broken like that.

And the window, if you roll it down, doesn't roll back up.

The window's broken like that.

And at that time, the passenger side window didn't roll down either.

Well, with my spare key sitting safely at home, I drove the car up and they took it from there. The guy got in, started the car, and then got out, leaving the car still running and the keys still in the car.

And shut the door.

Yep, it locked itself. When the guy turned around and tried to open the door, he was shocked and embarassed (I was standing there, watching the whole thing) to find that the door wouldn't open.

Trying to look like he knew what he was doing (did I mention my brother was there too and we were both watching their every move?) he went over, consulted with two other guys, and all three of them came back with a crow bar.

They tried to get in the driver's side window, but the lock is broken on the inside, too, which meant that they couldn't get the latch up.

While I was standing to the side and laughing the whole time and my brother was scowling at these "idiots," they went to the other side and, after several minutes, got the passenger side unlocked.

I thought this would be the funniest story ever about inspections and Matilda, but my sister said that while I was on my mission she took Matilda in to be inspected and the guy locked himself inside the car. She said she was sitting in the waiting room and one of the attendants came in, holding her keys in his hands, and asked her to come and open the door. The other attendant apparently got in the car and started it and then tried to get out but, since the car automatically locked, couldn't open the door and couldn't figure out how to unlock it. So he rolled down both windows (was he going to crawl out?) and finally climbed out the passenger side.

And these guys work with how many cars every day?