I am death to cars. OK, maybe that’s a little extreme, but lately I seem to be surrounded by car issues. First, it was my transmission right after x-mas. Next, Nick had battery trouble. Then, it was a couple weeks ago when Mom took out her passenger side mirror. (Admittedly, I had no real direct involvement in those, but it’s kinda like that 7 degrees of Kevin Bacon thing.) Last weekend, there was the whole escapade w/ Nick’s rear windshield. (Yes, it was possibly/ probably a murder attempt, but it works here too, and I can understand car issues better than some random redneck trying to kill my best friend in a hate crime. For those who know my knowledge of cars, that says something… Anyways.) And now I’ve apparently broken Tom’s car. In my own defense, all I was doing was driving along when the battery light came one, then a minute later the ABS light, then the car began overheating and the power steering died. So I’m now waiting in the Meijer parking lot for Tom and AAA in a car that I’m not willing to turn back on. And now it’s snowing. Perfect capper to a shitty day. (For more on the shitty day, see "Further Support of Geriatricide”)
I swear, I need to be rich. Then I could either hire a chauffer, or at least afford the car repairs.
2-3-05: Tom’s car had a bent thingy-jiggy in the alternator that snagged and broke some belt (the serpentine?) and also in the mix, it was spirting coolant. So we should have the car done like Saturday. Fun fun fun. I hate cars. And I hate that this pathetic excuse of a town has such a horrible public transportation system that I need a car.