I always knew I was special; my mom told me so, and she’s always right. (Trust me. You do not want to argue with her about this.)
HOWEVER, there are times when I don’t want to be special. Do. Not. Want. Today was one of those days. Some people might tell me that I should buy a lottery ticket (I assume they work for the lottery commission?) and some people will say it’s fate, because I’m special. This is the problem.
Today I took my car in for the 30k service, and to have them do the recall check. You know, I own a Mazda 6 and I got a letter about spiders. Spiders building webs in the fuel systems of beloved vehicles that might cause fuel tanks to explode or something. You know, spiders being spiders… being terrorists.
According to my dealership, I’m officially the first customer to bring in a Mazda 6 that ACTUALLY HAD THE SPIDER WEB IN THE FUEL VENT LINE! I’m SPECIAL!!!!
Out of 65,000 cars recalled, I have the problem. As of a month ago, only 20 cars had a web. I assume there will be more, but what if I’m only 21 out of 65000? What kind of crazy is that? I should celebrate with, I don’t know, pizza and beer? I think that’s how you celebrate the horrible knowlege that a yellow sac spider has it out for you and wants your car to go up in flames. Stupid spider. Stupid being special.
I suggest you buy a lottery ticket.
So we’re stuck with you for a bit longer then?
We had one in a calor gas heater. it wouldn’t light and I was frightened of the heater anyway. I couldn’t go near it after that. (I wasn’t keen on spiders living in it either) Spiders love tiny holes to make cosy nests in
I guess it could be worse.