Well, not much going on here. The car’s still in the shop, though, because basically everyone in the world that is involved with auto mechanics and body repair is full of shit. In the meantime, my father-in-law Honorio has graciously loaned me his car. It’s a really nice 1985 Toyota Land Cruiser, and it drives incredibly well, considering its age. I am a little scared of having it break down on the highway, so I’ve been taking it slow and safe, and listening to the radio. In fact, I’ve never really listened to the radio in Costa Rica, but I’ve found quite a few decent stations. Obviously, this doesn’t include any of the slew of Reggaeton stations. In any case, some of the good ones play a lot of 70s disco, and there seem to be quite a few “rock” stations that play a lot of Bon Jovi and 1980s “Medium Rock”–not too heavy, not too light, but just right. By the way, did anyone out there know the TRUE musical range and talent of Eric Carmen? “Hungry Eyes” is just the beginning, folks.
Anyhow, cross your fingers that I’ll get my car back this week, and that the ass-face that rear-ended my car actually went to the court to testify, that the dipshit traffic officer actually turned in the infraction record to the court, and that the insurance policy for Pedregal, the son-of-a-bitch construction supply company that owns the truck that hit me, actually pays up for the repairs. Those dicks.
So hey, let’s all have a better week than last week, eh?