Only 84,904 more miles to go.
I hate cars. Let me rephrase that. I hate the inconvenience that comes along with owning a car.
I took my car in today to get a regular old oil change. Nothing unusual or out of the ordinary. What was supposed to be a 30 minute wait turned into an hour and a half. Normally I am a happy, optimistic person. I can let things slide off me like water off a duck. But there is something about being stranded in an ugly dealership waiting room. Watching people trade in their piece of crap for a soon to be piece of crap. Getting hit by a blast of fridged air every time the door opens (which is often) and listening to contemporary Christian music that is being played way too loud. Knowing that I’ve waisted half of my Mother’s Day Out day and there isn’t a damn thing I can do about it.
All of this combined turns me into an irrational lunatic. I can’t think about anything other than the minutes ticking away and all the things I had planned to do. The lunch hours slips away and all I want to do is stuff my face with Arby’s roast beef sandwich and curly fries.
I can’t even be soothed by the thought that my car is getting old and someday sooner than later I’ll get a “new” one. That doesn’t do me one bit of good because the new car will need these long wait time routine maintenance torture sessions just like the old one.
I try really hard to focus on something positive in this situation. It being 2 days before Thanksgiving and all. At least I have a car and don’t have to sit in the cold waiting for a bus. That is all I can come up with.
The other day Addison said that when he grew up he wanted to invent a machine that you tell it where you want to go and you instantly appear in that place. I told him it’s called a teleporter and he would be a bajillionaire if he invented one that works so to get cracking.
Whew, I feel so much better. Thanks for listening.