Published March 10, 2008 at 2:40 p.m.
Well, the ice storm officially killed my ice scraper.
After two days of letting my poor dying Volkswagen sit under layers of ice, I set to work cleaning it off so that I could bring it to my trusty repair-man. And that's when it happened.
My car's name is Yossarian, after one of my favorite books, Catch-22. My ice scraper was a gift from my very first boyfriend, and has always been secretly named Lieutenant General Scheisskopf as a reaction to our breakup. Well, much like our young love, Scheisskopf couldn't take the pressure of a real storm, and by the time Yossarian was finally ready to drive to the mechanic, the ice scraper was in pieces all over the driveway.
Let's hope the same fait doesn't await my car.
Speaking of which, if any of you drive Volkswagens and are in need of a good mechanic, you should really check out Craig's VW Repair in Colchester. After twice returning to the same Burlington-based repair man, and twice coming home with a car in worse condition than when I brought it, I tried out Craig's. He's both fast and trustworthy, and has been a blessing for a gullible girl like me that doesn't know enough about her own
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