The AA Man

So, I was right. Although, I was also wrong.

The AA are great. Ten minutes after calling them the AA man called to say he was on his way. I was quite impressed with that. Although, I was doing Sunday dinner and it was a bit of a distraction from my normal Sunday in the kitchen cooking dinner. The footy was on, you see. When he arrived Liverpool were trailing 1-0 and when I'd given him my keys and explained the problem they were suddenly drawing 1-1. I hate that.

Anyway, he turned up at my door and thrust something in my face and said "there's your problem". It was about 12 inches long, black and sort of weird shaped. It could have been used in the bedroom for all I know. Apparently, it was important. And broken. And the new one he put in was £48. Anyway, the car is now fixed. He, apparently, was amazed the previous one had lasted so long. "these French cars are rubbish, i'm replacing these things all the time". Imagine the French being rubbish at building 12 inch weird looking things that could be used in the bedroom. For all I know.

I haven't actually tried the car since then, of course. So he could have ripped me off for all I know. But he's the AA man. So I know where he lives. Well, I don't, but it can't be far.

Why isn't it an AA woman that turns up? I'd much prefer an AA woman thrusting a 12 inch weird shaped thing in my face and retorting "there's your problem". I'd have a good answer ready for that.

Sod the French though. Shit car makers. Nice cheese though. If they made cars out of cheese they would probably be brilliant.