My uncle lives about 3 miles away and today after I dropped my sister to school got a call from their house that his car had broken down in the middle of a busy roundabout and if I could go to their house, pic up some clothes and drop them off to him as AA were on their way but he was only wearing a tshirt and a longie (those who don't know what that is it's like a long skirt for men in asian tradition, don't worry though it's normal by "those" standards even though I absolutely hate the things and thankfully most of the people I know except the old fogies...)
So there I am on the way to their house and at the big Brockhurst roundabout spot a police car and next to it my uncles Primera, he's obviously inside not coming out because who wants to be seen in the middle of a roundabout wearing a skirt eh?! - They were both stopped slap bang in the inside lane of the roundabout and traffiic rolling by angrily.
I get the bag of clothes and on return notice the car no longer there so have to go back to the house to find out WTF is up, it appears AA arrived early and took the car and my uncle to a nearby garage so I made way for there and delivered the cotton goods.
Turns out his nearside drive shaft had farted and broke in two and looking at his mileage
it's obvious why. 194K on a r reg Nissan :O and when he bought it I recall it being only 35k 4 years ago.
This sorta stuff allways happens to his family though, his daighters Micra got stuck in Morrisons carpark once a few weeks back because she sat there listening to the radio. Dry cells + radio on + engine off = rofl. AA arrived once again and attached the battery contacts and she says "so where's the battery"
Oh well. My morning has been made.
So there I am on the way to their house and at the big Brockhurst roundabout spot a police car and next to it my uncles Primera, he's obviously inside not coming out because who wants to be seen in the middle of a roundabout wearing a skirt eh?! - They were both stopped slap bang in the inside lane of the roundabout and traffiic rolling by angrily.
I get the bag of clothes and on return notice the car no longer there so have to go back to the house to find out WTF is up, it appears AA arrived early and took the car and my uncle to a nearby garage so I made way for there and delivered the cotton goods.
Turns out his nearside drive shaft had farted and broke in two and looking at his mileage
This sorta stuff allways happens to his family though, his daighters Micra got stuck in Morrisons carpark once a few weeks back because she sat there listening to the radio. Dry cells + radio on + engine off = rofl. AA arrived once again and attached the battery contacts and she says "so where's the battery"
Oh well. My morning has been made.
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