That said, I am grateful that:
- You waited until I had enough cash in the bank so that I could pay for an axle replacement without resorting to a credit card.
- You waited until I was safely nested in my shiny and new good-paying job at the Jolly Green Giant.
- You did it in the driveway and not while I was getting off or on the Mass Pike.
- You did it in my hometown where getting a tow, a mechanic, and a rental car all while taking a side-trip to vote was over and done by 10 a.m., which means I was only a mere 2.5 hours late for work. Not too shabby!
- Since my car's gonna be in pieces anyway, the mechanics can give the car an overall check while they're at it. Ooooh, look! The exhaust system (factory original on a 10 year-old car) and the oil pan (also factory original) need to be replaced. Sadly, I already knew these two items were on their way out due to a couple of automotive symptoms I recently started experiencing. I was just hoping that something *magic* would happen and the symptoms would fix themselves. Or something.
So, there it is. I have a minimum repair bill of $1,700 hovering in my future. (Ouch!)
On the upside, that's three major repairs getting done at the same time. Outside of a single hit-and-run on my car in a parking lot, I've not done anything besides change the fluids in the engine and an oxygen sensor in the seven years I've owned the car.
On the downside, it's a $1,700 bill, of which I'll have to put half on a credit card. Gah! It's frustrating. I feel like I've gone 5 steps forward only to get pulled 8 steps back on this one credit card.
Furthermore, I'm shelling out for a rental. However, the local Enterprise (which sucks, by the way) didn't have an econobox. No. Instead I got a mini-SUV for an econobox price, and they were acting like they did me a favor.
The truth is, driving this SUV has not changed my mind about SUVs in general. They are all — to a vehicle — oversized, top-heavy, underpowered pieces of shit. I have yet to drive a SUV or be a passenger in a SUV where this statement wasn't true.
Oh. And on top of everything else I'm working late tonight so I can make up for being 2.5 hours late for work.
In short: FML.
Screw you, you useless piece of automotive hardware,
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