My stupid fucking car is stupid fucking broken. And the stupid fucking mechanics haven't figured out what's fucking wrong with it.
After being snowed in for over a week, I finally got to drive my stupid fucking car. I was "wheeeee!!!" for a fleeting moment...then my car started doing what I can only describe as "bucking".
I took it to mechanic #1: $468 later, still no remedy. Maybe transmission problem, go see a transmission specialist.
I took it to mechanic #1: $468 later, still no remedy. Maybe transmission problem, go see a transmission specialist.
Mechanic #2: It's not a transmission problem, it's the engine. Go see an engine specialist.
Today is the day that I drop it off at mechanic #3, who I'm sure is poised to rob me.
I want a new car. So badly that I can taste it. But 1, I can't afford a payment right now, and my current soul-sucker is paid off, and 2, I want to pay down some debt first so that I have a chance in hell of getting a very low or 0% rate like I did last time.
I'm frustrated. Times like this make me miss my stupid fucking dad...he was decent at fixing cars, although I'm sure anything involving something like a tranny or an engine would have been beyond his expertise. But if he was less of a douche he could have at least saved me $468.
Stupid fucking dad. Stupid fucking car.
You could always go out and kick it hard a few times...won't fix anything, but it will make you feel better.
ReplyDeletePS on this blog-sorry to any mechanics whom I may have offended. :) Not intentional, just frustration.
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