Isn't it always when you least expect it? The saying goes something like that, anyways. See, I've been pondering buying a new[er] car. It was just this week I sort of came to terms with the fact that my car works just fine, and now it just not the time; I don't feel particularly like taking on another monthly payment of any sort, as I have enough already.
Then yesterday happened. It started out as a faint, unfamiliar chirping noise that subtly made itself known behind the sounds of my stereo. It grew the next time I drove, to a high-pitched whirring noise, not unlike a small plane's engines starting up - I was worried something might shoot out of the front end. Then, I stupidly and only slightly reluctantly went to the gym. When I got back in the car, I said to myself "here goes nothing!" But there went something: clunk, cu-clunk, clunk, clunk. So I just turned it off.
After an hour of waiting for both a tow-truck and my roommate to bring my purse with my AAA card, the tow truck driver turned the car on - with the same clunking present - and drove it onto the angled-bed of his truck, drove the approximate 5 blocks to the repair shop and didn't even look at my membership card or I.D. Essentially all for naught.
On the upside, I actually walked myself somewhere today. I am the opposite of a home-body. I like my home to be a comfortable place, but I don't really like to be there, at least not alone. So to better get work done, I go somewhere. It actually derails the process briefly, but for some strange reason when I do get on track I am much more concentrated.
I had to call eighty-seven year old my grandpa who happened to be up in the city, to give me a lift back to Bloomington to borrow my mom's SUV. I kind of like driving the SUV, minus all her bumperstickers that I swear have nearly gotten me rage-run off the road a few times. I thought, waiting on the couch for my grandpa, I wish you could ghost-ride cars. As if that would completely solve all my problems in an instant.
