Damn Cars
After my meeting at the office this morning, I climbed into my supposedly fixed car, turned the thing on, then proceeded. I was going slow since I was in a business park, but as soon as I got onto the main road, I depressed the accelerator in order to run at the indicated 45 miles per hour.
The car, it did not go.
The linkage cable decided to act up at 9:30am on a Monday morning. Perfect. There I was, driving the car at 20 miles per hour, tops, with my hazard lights going on a busy street. It took me forever to get home, and now I’m out $200.
God. Fucking. Damnit.
The price is not so bad (unless the mechanic decides to up it this time around). I can live with $200 gone. I’m just so sick of having expense after expense come my way when I finally think there’s going to be a month in which nothing costly makes itself known. It’s always something, isn’t it? The irritation is really compounded by driving down a busy street with drivers desperately doing anything to get around you. It’s like, calm down, you’ll get your chance. It’s not like I’m doing this for fun.
Damn cars.
