Lucky Girl

Yesterday, as I was about to pull out of the Malcolm Hall parking lot, I noticed that it was difficult to shift the gear into reverse. I tried a couple of times but it seemed stuck and even made this awful noise. A few tries later, the stick shift finally cooperated, or so I thought.

While traversing Katipunan, it became more and more difficult to shift gears. Finally, while I was going through the tunnel, difficult became impossible. Once I shifted to neutral, the stick shift would no longer budge no matter how much pressure I exerted on it. It was so bad that I had to move over to the side and put the hazard lights on, because I was obviously not going anywhere any time soon.

I then did what any independent, self-reliant and pro-active girl would do, I called my dad and my boyfriend. In that order.

While I was waiting for G to save my damsel in distress self, I realized just how blessed I was because even if the car's transmission was all fried and useless, it conked out in broad daylight within a stone's throw away from a Goodyear Servitek station.

I make the QC-Paranaque oddyssey several times in a week, usually during the wee hours of the morning and I've never had any accident or any engine failure. Then suddenly, the car breaks down at 2pm on a busy street practically beside a car repair center.

Yup, somebody up there loves me :)

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Is this for real?

Is there really such a movement? I don't like scruffy guys too, but I think that's taking it a bit too far!