Pope Sends Traffic Problems Early

Religious militants show Grey Area

"where the trouble is" with his new car.

The gods; they conspire against me.

Annoyingly it’s in a semi-humorous way. I’m an avowed and evangelical atheist, who adores his comedy… but…

I bought a new car this week, despite my best efforts to fool myself with fresh tyres on the old one (click here for context Car Story) . But there was a biblical element to the entire fiasco.

On the sixth day: Having received no manna, I petitioned the lenders to make clear the nature of their displeasure with my supplications. The tumult was quieted when the vendor was proven to have supplied false witness to the market. (The fuckin’ idiot dealer couldn’t put a Vehicle Identification Number correctly on a fax - three times in a row. The bank couldn’t find two of the three faxes and sat on it for a week.)

I could go on and on with rude comparisons between the usurious banks and the venal marketeers in a fashion that would bring Leviticus to the mind of anyone who had the misfortune to suffer through Sunday school.

But I’m not going to.

After my victory over the forces of stupidity in a day long battle that included two phones to my head at the same time to prove the fax was sent; two and a half hours on-hold, and other assorted modern insults, I drove the new car home.

I drove the new car home, loving the feeling, and smell, and the ride, and comfort.

And then the hail storm hit...