Good morning Journal,
Time for another of my Memoirs, this time about the road to leisure through poverty.
This option used to be a lot more fun before New Zealand tightened up its welfare state. As I can testify to, let me tell you about LaQuisha on the Dole (Unemployment Benefit).
Once upon a time, LaQuisha sold her house, brought a launch and a Mercedes and went on the Dole. How divine it was to swing down to Social Welfare and pick up my cheque. However this bliss was not to last. Eventually the Mercedes started to need some mechanical attention and LaQuisha did not have the cash to cover it.
The damn cars battery would not hold any charge. So I always had to park it park it pointing down hill, and let gravity turn the motor over every time. This was fine where there were hills, of which Wellington has an abundance. But when we went to the New World, things were a different matter. Boyfriend would get in the car, leaving moi to go around to the back and push start it (no mean feat in 1980s patent 7 inch stilettos).
So very embarrassing.
I always wanted to get into the Mercedes, pretend that we didn't know that it wouldn't start, the get out and give it a shove. The Mercedes was eventually put to rest when it started stalling, and because of the battery it wouldn't start again.
This happened at the lights on the last time we ever took the car out. Luckily for me some strong lads came to my rescue as we pushed it through the busy intersection. Car troubles aside, I had plenty of leisure time.