an ode to engineers

today tom and i went to give angelo (the lovely engineer who rescued us last friday with the flat tyre) a thank you present in roodepoort. as we were driving back, thomas ran out of petrol. despite gustav (his car's) incessant beeping, we did not put any petrol in and thus we broke down. we then pushed gustav up onto the pavement where we were shouted at by this silly security guard who told us that the traffic cop would fine us. unfortuntely, gustav did not have his wings with him and thus we, on command, were not able to fly away. we then trudged up some road in northcliff to the garage where the attendants laughed at us, so hard that the one almost fell over. we trudged back, clutching a large canister of fuel.

when we got back to gustav, we did not have a pipe through which to pour the petrol and so tom poured it over my hand (no, i am not high ... for some reason i only get high on jik - the one time i sat in a puddle of it at work and i could bearly function. it was scary hazy fun) i digress - and so this bakkie of engineers stopped and helped us.

i will never laugh at engineers again
i will never make fun of them when they do not wear shoes
i will let them have 'dress up friday' on campus ... even if they wear speedos and pink flippers