The Xander Gander: June 22nd, 1999
by slayerfest
Well, I got the car fixed yesterday morning, just like I said I would.
Yep. Cost me all the money in my account save about twenty dollars, but it was fixed.
Sure was fixed.
Incredibly fixed.
I was fascinated by how fixed it was.
Until, that is, the engine FELL OUT of my car.

That’s not figurative. It didn’t even give me any warning. I was just trundling down the highway at a blindingly fast clip of twenty five miles per hour when I hear this *kerchunk* noise and suddenly I realize that the car’s not sputtering anymore.
I was elated.
Until about ten seconds later when I start slowing down for no reason and I look in my rear view to see the engine lying in the middle of the highway.
It’s just lying there.
I couldn’t believe it until the car stopped completely and I popped the hood and saw that there really was just no engine. Big gaping hole. It simply wasn’t there.

People driving by were laughing. It was very embarrassing.

I started walking at that point. Three hours later I got to Oxnard.
And that’s where I am now. I spent nineteen of my last twenty dollars on this crappy hotel room. I’m starving. I finished off the half a bag of chips that was in my car for dinner last night, but now it’s nearly checkout and I have nowhere to go and nothing to do.

I guess I could call home.
No! I am Xander. I won’t succumb to such a level. I am a Harris, and Harris’ don’t…
Well, actually, they probably do.
But I refuse to. I have my pride.

Two days.
My trip lasted two days.
That’s impressive. I mean, in a really depressing way. It’s depressive.

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