So I took the Mitten to the vet this morning for her biopsy and teeth cleaning. That’s probably going to cost us a large chunk of change. From the research I’ve done the cleaning will cost us around $200-300. I cannot imagine how expensive the biopsy will be. Sigh.
On my way home from the vet I stopped at CVS and pulled a little too far forward. You know, when you don’t know where the curb is, so you pull a little farther forward, then a little more and scurrrrch.
On my way out of CVS, I pulled out and heard this horrible scraping noise. I expected that. As I drove out of the parking lot, it sounded like something under my car was dragging the ground. I pulled over in the parking lot of some law firm and got out of my car and…
As a side note, I will say that, very true to my experience with law firms, no one offered to help. People just stared as they walked by. Meanwhile, I was standing there, one hand on my hip, the other on my phone talking to my mom, in my tennis shoes, a hoodie, and exercise pants, bandanna around my head (because my hair is janky). What did they think? I’d kickbox them to the ground if they asked if I was ok. I mean, it looks like I was in a wreck. Dummies.
Ugh. Don’t get me wrong. I am very grateful for this car. It was given to me, for frees, by a guy I barely knew. Which means I haven’t had to pay a single payment for it. That is luck, and I am thankful that I was lucky in that aspect.
But there’s nothing more frustrating than having a car not work when you need it to. My classic line is, “I just want things to WORK!”
I’m waiting for Sean to come home (hopefully early) so that we can try to rig it up so it doesn’t fall off on the highway. I really hope I’m not one of those drivers who people pass on the road, look at my broken car, and automatically think I’m a terrible driver.
It wasn’t a wreck people, it was a curb. And it didn’t even happen above 2 miles per hour. If anyone would like to give me another car for free, I will accept. Sigh.