Ok I’m driving home on Thursday night, and bam! 2 hours of traffic at ALL inbound Hudson Crossings… Grrr… Okay so finally I get onto the GWB and chugga-chugga… my car friggin stalls out. 3rd lane, smack on the middle of the GWB. FACK!! I call my insurance company and they said they can’t help me since I’m not under full coverage which covers road side assistance, and I left the damn Ford Roadside assistance # at home. Yeeesh! Finally an hour later a Port Authority Van comes up behind me and uses his damn PA system to tell me that I can’t park here and that I should move my car. I’m thinking, “you fuggin moron, don’t you think if I could I would?!!” Eventually this idiot gets the hint that the car is disabled, and they call over one of these huge Port Authority dump trucks (the kind that block the entrace of the holland tunnel so some craze terrorist can’t ram his way through) to ram my car off the bridge to the port authority terminal. They call a tow truck for me, and the tow truck driver fucking locks my keys in the car after putting it in neutral. He assures me not to worry and he’ll remedy the situation later.

Anyhow this genius takes me to an auto shop in the middle of friggin Spanish Harlem, and mind you its by now 10PM, and I stick out like a sore thumb in a polo shirt and slacks.

Thing takes friggin hours to fix, and they tell me to come back later, so I go off to find a restaurant in Spanish Harlem. Bad idea. I was getting harrassed like crazy, people asking “what the hell is that guy doing here,” and “hey moron! Chinatown is on the other side of the island” Grrr… Anyhow finally found a restuarant (since there weren’t any nearby) 10 blocks later. Got a call 3 hours later from the garage.

Total Damage:
$400 - new fuel pump, fuel filter, labor
$100 - Port Authority “ramming” charge, and the tow

I just got my damn paycheck last night and almost 1/2 of it is gone because of this crap.

My next car is gonna be a damn Honda Accord. Screw american PoS cars…