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On Good Luck And Other Kind Of It

That is from someone who gets picked out from the continuous flow of gently speeding traffic for going 2.25 miles over the speed limit - some of us are clearly marked*. Since I moved to NYC, however, my speciality became parking tickets. I get them everywhere. This is my way of supporting the city (seriously, why running the red light, which is a potentially life-threatening violation is priced $50, and parking with your spare tire hanging 1.5 inches over the sloppily painted crooked white line** - more than twice more, $115? I'd tell you why***, but this blog is a part of my professional image, or at least I hope it doesn't destroy it too much...) - as "premium" as the city is, according to our mayor.

Another topic - warranties. How in a world they manage to build something which breaks one to three days after it's factory warranty expires? And how do they know that you are going to buy an extended one, and in that case the damn thing breaks not in 91 days, but in 3 years and 1 day? Amazing, just amazing...

...and if something breaks under warranty, it's something like a clutch, which is not covered...

This time, however, it's a 3-month old Seagate 60 GB 2.5" internal hard drive, which replaced the original Toshiba drive in my daughter's PowerBook G4, which fried itself, you guessed it right, in 3 years and 1 day after purchase. Now this one reports S.M.A.R.T. status failure for no apparent reason. I wonder what will go wrong with the replacement I am preparing to fight for tonight at the Queens CompUSA shop...

Good luck to me. Yea, right.

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* ...well, OK, I have to admit, last time it was more like 25.2 miles over the speed limit, but it was in New Jersey!...

** ...this time it was a hydrant, but my flashers were on and I WAS going to return to the car right away!...

*** ...because catching the idiots running the red light (myself, naturally, included, but I only do it once, may be twice a year, not too often) would require actually watching the traffic, going after the offender, stopping him or her, doing the paperwork... nah. Parking tickets are much more profitable. No one ever died because of the vehicular parking assault, even if the hydrant was blocked, not to mention just touching the white line with the shadow of your bumper. It's more like a parking fee, in fact. You want a luxury spot in front of a hydrant? It's reserved, waiting just for you. Pay up and park...

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