In the words of Effie, 'How embarrassment!'

This afternoon, I asked my spouse if he would drive me to the outskirts of town. I wanted to visit a young woman who makes up baby bundle gift packs.She will make them to order, or you can purchase one of those she has already made. They mostly consist of nappies, socks and bibs. Some have small teddy bears in as well. She lives just off the main Adelaide/Melbourne highway.
Having made my purchase, I returned to the car and we proceeded to come home. Just as we drove on to the highway, the car 'died'. My husband pulled to the side of the road and tried to start it, to no avail. He tried several times on petrol and gas. Nada.
He recently joined the RAA, and decided to call them, as he could not find the fault if he had wanted to, as the motor is not like the ones in the old cars. They were very simple and straight forward to fix. Luckily I had my mobile phone with me. I called the RAA and told the lady our dilemma. She then proceeded to ask me very specific questions about where we were, and what the problem was. Were we in the vehicle, etc. I was getting a bit tense, as my phone is a prepaid, and I had no idea where she was. She could have been in woop woop for all I knew. When I told her we were on the outrskirts of Bordertown, she wanted to know if it was in South Australia. Oh, puleeze. She should know where all the RAA vehicles and reps are!
She said it could be half an hour to an hour before someone would be with us. I did not relish the idea of sitting in the car that long, as it is very cold today. We had been waiting about 15 mins, when the phone rang and she said she was patching me through to Mandula to talk to the rep there. I had no idea where that was, but, when the other lady came on line, I realized, she was someone I have known for many years, and lives in Mundulla! She told me that they would have someone with us in about half an hour. Ten minutes later, the car pulled up. This is the embarrassing bit. He got in the car and turned the ignition, and Voila, the damn thing started. It would not even fire properly for Neville. Grrrrr!

Private phone numbers, I hate 'em!

The reason I hate private phone numbers is simple. I use the computer a lot during the day and the phone/fax is right next to me. I only have to pick up the handset on the first ring. This usually startles the caller, but it eliminates the confusion for them, as most people do not know if they have the right number when they hear the fax squeaking and screeching. Anybody who has a fax/phone will know to what I am referring. The machine has to decide if the call is a fax or a phone call. This only takes a few seconds but most people are too impatient to wait and hang up after the first ring.
I had a call just now, and picked the hand set up quickly, but not quickly enough. The caller had hung up in a split second, resulting in an unanswered call. When I dialed to see who it was, I was informed it was a private number. This number can not be returned. Bah, humbug!The other annoying thing about this situation is, they very seldom call back, and if I press one, to return the call, it is usually engaged, so I still never find out who called.