...is music to my fucking ears. I hopped in my car last night and decided to listen to some Green Day on the way home from hell work. I clicked the stereo button... nothing. WTF!?! I clicked it again. I even did the rapid sequence just for good measures. Nothing... I clicked on my steering wheel button (I love that fucking thing) and the radio turned on. Some odd characters zoomed across the display that reminded me of Space Invaders. After regaining my sanity I clicked a couple of other buttons before calling Jake to bitch. I fumbled through paperwork and decided to give the local dealer a call. I just bought this damn car last year... so anything going wrong is sooo not cool. After giving him my info he cheerfully replied that its all under warranty and I just have to stop by so they can order the radio. It'll be two to three weeks... then a new one will arrive. Hey, if it's no charge then I'm not going to bitch. After all the shit I've been through this is a walk in the park. A fucked up park filled with shards of glass and razor leaves that rains lemon juice... but still.
