It was a plastic bag fused to my tail pipe that was making that burning plastic smell. Phew. Of course the squealing noise is due to the fact that the garage that changed all my belts put on the wrong ones. Awesome. Now I have to go deal with that. I love being a car owner.
Thankfully I get my car back this morning and I don't have to deal with riding the bus from Tacoma to Olympia, because let me tell you it's a crackfest. I used to complain about the Seattle bus, but the Seattle bus is like Nirvana compared to the Olympia Express. Some guy got on at the 512 park and ride, didn't have any money and wanted to use yesterdays transfers, which you can't use on express buses, so he starts to yell about how he's a Vietnam Vet and how he's disabled (which must mean mental because I didn't notice a physical one) and he's walking up and down the isle while doing this. The bus driver yells that he too is a Vietnam Vet and the wars been over for 30 years so it's time to move one. Then the crazy guy starts yelling about how he has to meet with his parole officer, etc, etc. So some ladies give him money and he settled down in his seat and we're off. As we're going he keeps taking a pill bottle out of his bag and popping a few at a time. I know what your thinking, why didn't I get off the bus and just catch the next one? Well I thought about it, but the Olympia Express only runs every two hours and I didn't feel like sitting at the 512 park and ride for that long, especially if this is the type of fellows that get on the bus from there.
Some other good news came out of yesterday. I have another interview, at a different place, on Friday. Yeah Me!!! I need to follow up on the first one I had, see what the 4-11 is.
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