Well, ya know how I was saying I need a new car? Yeah, my car died. The last few days went kinda like this:
Thursday I finally got my car registered ($89), Friday I went to get it inspected. Gas leak, suspension pretty much gone, something wrong with the brakes. Drove it home (while it's leaking gas all over the street), parked it, took it to another garage Saturday. $300 to fix the gas leak, but I'd only be able to drive it until my 30 day inspection sticker ran out, at which point I'd either have to get the brakes and suspension fixed ($$$$$$$$$) or junk it. So Saturday afternoon I took the bus to go look at a used VW Golf, which I bought yesterday.
Bad news: my car died, I spent a fuckton of money (most of which I have to pay back to my mother), had to get up really early to take the bus to work for a couple of days, and my stress has decided to manifest itself as a cold.
Good news: I HAVE A VW GOLF!!!!!!! It's purdy. Red, with a moon roof! And it actually has shocks that really do absorb shocks, and four doors so if I have more than one passenger they don't have to squeeze in behind the front seats, and cup holders! Cup holders actually built into the car! Ain't that amazin? And the car dealer dude registered it for me, which was fantastic because that's always a huge pain in the ass. I could also get it inspected for free, but only if I take it to a specific garage. They might have some kind of deal with the car salesmen to overlook anything that's wrong with the car, though, so I think I might just shell out ANOTHER $29 and take it back to the guys who looked over my old car. They were really nice, especially when I started crying in their waiting room after they told me about the car. (Crying in public places confuses guys - they usually just turn to jelly. Very handy.)
Thursday I finally got my car registered ($89), Friday I went to get it inspected. Gas leak, suspension pretty much gone, something wrong with the brakes. Drove it home (while it's leaking gas all over the street), parked it, took it to another garage Saturday. $300 to fix the gas leak, but I'd only be able to drive it until my 30 day inspection sticker ran out, at which point I'd either have to get the brakes and suspension fixed ($$$$$$$$$) or junk it. So Saturday afternoon I took the bus to go look at a used VW Golf, which I bought yesterday.
Bad news: my car died, I spent a fuckton of money (most of which I have to pay back to my mother), had to get up really early to take the bus to work for a couple of days, and my stress has decided to manifest itself as a cold.
Good news: I HAVE A VW GOLF!!!!!!! It's purdy. Red, with a moon roof! And it actually has shocks that really do absorb shocks, and four doors so if I have more than one passenger they don't have to squeeze in behind the front seats, and cup holders! Cup holders actually built into the car! Ain't that amazin? And the car dealer dude registered it for me, which was fantastic because that's always a huge pain in the ass. I could also get it inspected for free, but only if I take it to a specific garage. They might have some kind of deal with the car salesmen to overlook anything that's wrong with the car, though, so I think I might just shell out ANOTHER $29 and take it back to the guys who looked over my old car. They were really nice, especially when I started crying in their waiting room after they told me about the car. (Crying in public places confuses guys - they usually just turn to jelly. Very handy.)
rhoswen:
Sweet, I love blinding them with the crying in public! it works wonders