P dropped by briefly but didn't stay for the whole miserable experience (wise of her) but since the Sportage has either a dead fuel pump or a busted/slipped timing chain this meant that I had to walk home as the game ended ~2330 and the next bus eastbound on Duke didn't come by until 0020 or so. I made it, though I had to stop a couple times and catch my breath/give my back a rest. I don't think I've done this much walking in one outing in months, maybe years. Carlos will be coming by tomorrow with a friend to tow the Sportage to the Texaco he works at so he can see what the deal is; either way, it's going to hurt.
UPDATE QOTW: "I hate the Yankees more than I hate baseball itself." - R. Seastrom
UPDATE II "The World Series finally ended. The Yankees won, but the Scorekeeper is going to ignore the Teacher Says Every Time The Yankees Win A Cute Little Puppy Dies rule, and instead the Scorekeeper applies the Winter Baseball Belongs In Latin America rule. EVIL." -Don Surber