But they’re about to. Here goes:
A few months ago, my tire blew out while I was out and about with Will.
A few weeks ago, my engine threw up some important parts and had to be repaired.
The day it was repaired, someone ran into the back, left panel of my car while it sat, parked, in the parking lot of the auto shop.
Eleven days later, we got a chance to pick it up, looking like it had never been hit.
The next day, a friend accidentally backed into the driver’s door and mirror. I didn’t get mad, because, clearly, it was an accident, and said friend already knew about all my previous car problems and felt awful for extending them. I just laughed. At this point, it’s really all there was to do. We’re still trying to figure out when/where to get it fixed.
Then, this morning, Tom called me while I was in the shower and said his car had completely died while he was driving in 4 lanes of morning-commute traffic.
Are you kidding me? Are the car elves sneaking into our garage at night and putting trouble magnets on our cars?? I mean, what is going on?
We take our cars to get their oil changed regularly. In fact, Tom was just telling me yesterday about his plans to take his car in for that this weekend. We keep them filled with gas. We try to take care of them. Why is this happening all in a sudden? It’s annoying to the point of funny. I’m seriously not even upset. Just tired of bleeding money over these cars. And I’m grateful we can afford the repairs. Just not sure why we keep needing them.
Thank goodness, no one hit Tom, and he’s okay. Some police officers helped him get a tow truck and a taxi to work. Yes. A taxi. I didn’t even know we had those out here. Anyway, the car will be fixed today, and Tom has a kind co-worker dropping him off to pick it up after work. All of these things, I am grateful for.
But really, what is going on?
I don’t think I can take any more of this nonsense.
Time to straighten up, cars. Or else.