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| 8:18 p.m.-2004-03-22 Did you hear the scream Saturday morning? Yeah. That one. The one that woke you up out of your blissful sleep? Yeah. That was me. You see, I had a test on Saturday. A really IMPORTANT test. Like...you pay $120 for the privilage of TAKING the test. "So you wanna get up early?" asked the cabin-boy. "Yeah. I wanna leave about an hour early," says I. Dead, leaden silence. "I want to get there early, incase there's traffic or something," I explain. Giving me one of THOSE looks, the cabin-boy grudgingly agreed. We'd leave at 7am. The test was at 8am. The location of the test is normally about 20 minutes away. At 7:05am, fretting that we were leaving late, we got into the car. The cabin-boy turned the key. Rrr-r-r-r-sput. Okay, it's cold out there, so. Again. Rr-r-r-r-r-sput. Again. Click-click-click-click. That's when the scream came in. The car was DEAD. Dead dead. Well. The battery was anyway. 15 minutes later, $45 poorer, a very nice cabbie of Native American ancestry dropped me off at the U... Yeah. I think I did alright, but it's gonna be /two damn months/ till I know if I passed or not. How's that for ironic. I think, though, I'm gonna let the cabin-boy tell you about the whole battery thing...it's just...one of those things. The Captain
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