>Speaking of bad relationships…

>I have one with my car. I love my car. It’s the cutest New Beetle ever. The problem is that I chose it for looks and we all know what happens when a relationship is based solely on looks. My car is more moody than I am and that’s saying something. Over the past few months, it’s decided to complain about the oil pressure. Of course, it doesn’t complain about it when I drag the thing to the mechanic. It acts all happy and normal.

When we’re alone Beetle angrily flashes a red light at me while beeping. It also now throws in the cold engine light. Why a car needs a little blue light to tell the driver the engine is cold is beyond me. The damn blue light stayed on the other day on the way to work…after I’d been driving it for 10 minutes. I had even taken it on the freeway. It wasn’t cold. As I was finally reaching my destination, Beetle started complaining about the oil too!

I checked the oil and it was a little low. Of course, some people at work asked if I needed help checking the oil. Um, my Dad didn’t fail to teach me that basic car care procedure. I also know how to put oil in the sucker too.

Rationally looking at the situation, it seems that the pain of dealing with a temperamental car is greater than the pain of a car payment. Personally, I’d rather go to the dentist and the gynecologist in the same week than have to go buy another car.

Wait, I already did that this year. I guess since there are no other awful chores to be done and I don’t have any public speaking engagements booked, I am out of excuses and should commence the hunt for a new car.

This time around, I am going to find a car that is cheap, gas efficient and reliable. I don’t care if it looks like every other car out there. As long as I don’t have to fret about whether or not I am going to get to work in the morning, I should be happy.

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