Fabulous

Oy vey.

So a couple of years ago Suzy was dating a guy we will refer to as Fabulous. Because he REALLY thought that highly of himself.

(Side note... he was bald... when my son met him he stared for a while, then whispered "I'm really worried about your hair"... he couldn't wrap his brain around the idea that someone would shave their head by choice.)

Fabulous asked my sister to get a trailer hitch put on her new Jeep Liberty, because Fabulous had some sort of car that was too wussy enough to pull his jet ski around. So, he paid and she went to Uhaul and got a trailer hitch put on.

Bad, bad idea, almost as bad as dating Fabulous in the first place.

Lately Suzy's been having a leeeetle bit of trouble with her tail light burning out again and again. Then the other day her friend happened to be following her home from work and noticed that her lights were flickering oddly. "A." called Sue and said "are you tapping your brakes??" to which of course the reply was no.

Yesterday we took the Jeep over to the friendly dealership it came from, and hung around my house doing exciting things like napping, while the dealership checked out the situation.

Apparently whoever installed the wiring for the trailer hitch had done a pretty fabulous job indeed:


As you can see we very nearly had Jeep Flambee' - the box SMELLS like badly burned electrical crap. Awesome.

She has already called U-haul to have a little chat with them about quality workmanship. Stay tuned.