Temper Tantrum on the Tundra

See? Alliterations are fun!

So yah, I threw a classic "temper tantrum on the tundra" this afternoon at lunch. At 11:45 my coworker kindly suggested that I go start up my skidoo so that it's nice and warm when I go to drive it home. I tiptoed out (I was wearing sandals inside the station. The only way to walk in the snow while wearing sandals is to tip toe) and started the beast. No biggie.

Then at 12 when I sauntered out to drive myself home to puppy and a nice lunch, it had stalled. And was NOT toasty warm

AND THE BLOODLY THING WOULDN'T START.

I checked the 'on' switch.
I check the choke.
NOTHING.

I kicked it.
NOTHING.

I pretended it was a computer and turned it off, then turned it on again.
NOTHING.

Then I screamed "you frikin' piece of SHIT!"
It didn't respond.

Then I burst into tears, and ran into the station to try and find some kind of solution online.
NOTHING.

Well, not NOTHING, but I don't necessairily understand anything ABOUT snowmobiles, so reading about what could be wrong is like someone who has a rash looking it up in WebMD. NOT A GOOD IDEA.

So I reached for the only form of sustinence at my desk: the candy cane my coworker gave me yesterday. I had left just the "U" part ... to savour at a later date. Today was that date.

So I slowly unwrapped it.....

AND THE BLOODY THING SNAPPED IN HALF IN MY HANDS.

And now I can't wear it like a retainer.

Man, life is hard.



Also? I think I may have deleted the interview I need BADLY today. Frick.