I wanted to get Kirsty a car so should could run the kids about, do the shopping and most importantly, drive to the pub for a meal so I can get nicely toasted! Anyway I found a nice cheap Fiesta on eBay and went to pick it up today. I got Clint to give me a lift down there to Halesowen and I would drive it back. Simples. Or was it.
Well apart from the fact that neither of us could be bothered to listen to what the sat nav was saying so didn’t know where to go at every single junction on the way down, we got there fine, had a look at the car, bought it and filled in the paperwork. All we had to do then was head back – and that’s when things started to go wrong…
We went to leave and Clint was going to take the lead since he had my sat nav – unfortunately the sat nav was having a bit of an episode and wouldn’t turn on. So the guy we’d bought the car from was standing on his drive making sure we got off ok and instead there was me with my head stuck in the window of my mate’s Corsa looking like a couple of scallies and bringing down property values. The guy got bored and went inside.
We eventually set off and headed to Sainsbury’s to get fuel. As we got there my phone went – it was the guy we bought the car off. He was very appologetic but we’d forgotten to sign the log book, could we come back. Not a problem. So Clint shoved soem fuel in but it wasn’t so easy for me… I couldn’t get the bloody filler cap open! Slightly embarrassing what with everyone in the long queue looking at me as if I’d just dropped my trousers in public. Anyway, I heroically gave up, waited for Clint and then we went back to sign everything.
We set off again and this time everything was going well. After a few miles we hit the motorway at one of the those junctions where there’s a sliproad going onto the motorway immediately followed by one going off. I followed Clint and he pulled onto the motorway in front of a van. I had to slip in between that van and another van – not a problem, all I had to do was wait for a gap and I could pull catch Clint up – he did have the sat nav after all. Just as I got to the bit where the slip road seperates itself from the motorway and there’s no way you can get off I notice a familiar shape to my left – yes, Clint had changed his mind and headed back off the motorway – leaving me feeling slightly nervous in a car that could break down at any moment, but most importantly…. lost.
Next time I’m taking two sat navs.
