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The (Almost) Daily Vignette
Apr. 12th, 2005 01:57 am"You can barely drive, what makes you so sure that the van is busted?" asked Loren. She glared at Jan who was standing outside the van. He reached down and held up a piece of metal delicately.
"Because this is a piston, or a rod, or something like that and there is a huge pool of oil on the snow under the van. Even a bubblehead with purple hair can figure this one out. So we walk." He shook his shoulder length purple hair and looked smug.
Rob came up from looking under the hood. "As much as I hate to admit it Jan is right. It has thrown a rod, probably too much stress on it going straight through from California while pulling the U-haul trailer. We've got to keep warm, getting chilled in conditions like this," referring to the sleeping forest under its thick blanket of snow with no sign of civilization around except the highway, "could be fatal." He spoke with the authority of one who's seen on special about the Donner Party and has never actually lived anywhere with snow.
Meanwhile Jan was trying to wipe traces of oil off his elegant fingers on a snowbank beside the road. He was only getting partial success. After a minute he said, "So great leader, did you pack warm clothes?"
"Ummm..."
Twenty Minutes Later...
Jan smugly walked ahead of his two companions wearing a long leather coat buttoned all the way up with only a bright red and orange scarf peaking out above and velvet pants bellow. He'd accessorized it with knee high boots, a top hat, and velvet gloves. "So are you going to complain about how many clothes I brought now?"
They followed behind wearing much less coordinated ensembles of their regular tee shirts, jeans, and sneakers with bits of random fashion items trying to fill in for proper jackets. Loren had managed to find a coat that would mostly fit her, though it wouldn't zip up all the way and so had an additional velvet shirt on under it plus a beret. Rob couldn't fit in anything so Jan had scarified some of his 'older less fashionable items' to being tied on him. They slowly made their way down to road passing a sign saying, "Ithill, Elevation 9,154 feet" as the sun set.
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"Because this is a piston, or a rod, or something like that and there is a huge pool of oil on the snow under the van. Even a bubblehead with purple hair can figure this one out. So we walk." He shook his shoulder length purple hair and looked smug.
Rob came up from looking under the hood. "As much as I hate to admit it Jan is right. It has thrown a rod, probably too much stress on it going straight through from California while pulling the U-haul trailer. We've got to keep warm, getting chilled in conditions like this," referring to the sleeping forest under its thick blanket of snow with no sign of civilization around except the highway, "could be fatal." He spoke with the authority of one who's seen on special about the Donner Party and has never actually lived anywhere with snow.
Meanwhile Jan was trying to wipe traces of oil off his elegant fingers on a snowbank beside the road. He was only getting partial success. After a minute he said, "So great leader, did you pack warm clothes?"
"Ummm..."
Twenty Minutes Later...
Jan smugly walked ahead of his two companions wearing a long leather coat buttoned all the way up with only a bright red and orange scarf peaking out above and velvet pants bellow. He'd accessorized it with knee high boots, a top hat, and velvet gloves. "So are you going to complain about how many clothes I brought now?"
They followed behind wearing much less coordinated ensembles of their regular tee shirts, jeans, and sneakers with bits of random fashion items trying to fill in for proper jackets. Loren had managed to find a coat that would mostly fit her, though it wouldn't zip up all the way and so had an additional velvet shirt on under it plus a beret. Rob couldn't fit in anything so Jan had scarified some of his 'older less fashionable items' to being tied on him. They slowly made their way down to road passing a sign saying, "Ithill, Elevation 9,154 feet" as the sun set.
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