Dr.Jass
Pastor of Muppets
That's what happens when you misplace the VIN tag for your car.
I had to remove it from the dash pad when I sent that out for restoration, and I was sure I'd left it on the hood of the car. That was the last place I remember seeing it. Not there. Did it slide off the hood onto the floor? Nope. Oh, shit... here we go.
The bench was no go (I honestly knew better--if you saw my bench, you would too). Top drawer of my toolbox? Nay. Did I bring it in the house? I checked my kitchen bulletin board (you'd be surprised at the stuff I hang there), various places I generally drop stuff, and my safe... all to no avail. You've gotta be shittin' me. I was on the verge of pooping my underpants whilst enduring a full cardiac arrest.
Back out to the garage... turns out a black VIN tag blends in really well with a black EDP roof. I'd actually glanced at the roof and not noticed it. Y'ever get so frustrated you start talking to yourself aloud, telling yourself the evil things you'll do to you if you were really that stupid? I made some pretty ugly threats.
Anyhow, disaster averted. The tag is safely stored away until I find some screws to attach it to my femur. Oy.
I had to remove it from the dash pad when I sent that out for restoration, and I was sure I'd left it on the hood of the car. That was the last place I remember seeing it. Not there. Did it slide off the hood onto the floor? Nope. Oh, shit... here we go.
The bench was no go (I honestly knew better--if you saw my bench, you would too). Top drawer of my toolbox? Nay. Did I bring it in the house? I checked my kitchen bulletin board (you'd be surprised at the stuff I hang there), various places I generally drop stuff, and my safe... all to no avail. You've gotta be shittin' me. I was on the verge of pooping my underpants whilst enduring a full cardiac arrest.
Back out to the garage... turns out a black VIN tag blends in really well with a black EDP roof. I'd actually glanced at the roof and not noticed it. Y'ever get so frustrated you start talking to yourself aloud, telling yourself the evil things you'll do to you if you were really that stupid? I made some pretty ugly threats.
Anyhow, disaster averted. The tag is safely stored away until I find some screws to attach it to my femur. Oy.
