I feel utterly defeated. And sick. Sick, sick, sick. In more ways than one.
I want my car back. But my car's engine is, well, done for. Caput. Ruined.
I drove it for less than six months.
(Insert appropriate expletive here.)
This is hard. (Don't get too upset. Ha.) I know it'll pass, but man, these past few days have really sucked. Two steps forward, three steps back. Time for some Weezer.
3 comments:
Oh man...so sad. Poor Ivy...poor car. It joins the 1963 Ford Fairlane (jacked up in the back, rusted, and with the Holly carburator and column shift) that got me to Chicago in 1974 and lasted just a little longer. This moment will surely end up in one of your novels yet to be written..and I will go "aha!" and it will be down the road some from now and we will smile. We will smile because somehow this car moment will lead to other moments that could not have happened if the car lived...and we will smile knowingly at that point in time. BUT for this moment you may use expletives and be sad..it is appropriate. love Chicago Ant
Thank you. =) That makes me feel a little less sad.
Someday I am going to live in a place like Chicago where one does not need a car so desperately.
I can empathize. My weekend was not much better. On a beautiful fall day in the Southwest, I decided to splurge and drive my 1991 Lotus 100 miles to attend a conference for my job. 10 miles out of town, the cooling system blows up. There is my exotic sports car steaming by the side of the road like a Chinese laundry. The day went down hill from there, traffic, a robbery, more traffic, arriving late, losing a presentation and a lost reservation at the conference center....it was wonderful.
Days like these make us appreciate the 'boring' ones.
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