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Yup, I have the worst car ever. We went and got it from the shop today, and I started driving to Saline to meet my aunt. I hadn't driven 10 miles yet and the damn thing breaks again. So I drive to the gas station so I can call my dad from the pay phone (b/c they won't buy me a damn cell phone...), and oh, he doesn't answer his phone. So I call my mom, and oh, she doesn't answer the phone. I call my dad again, and oh yeah, he still doesn't answer. So I leave him a voice mail message that says I'm waiting at the gas station in Britton and he can come pick me up. I called him b/c he told me before he left "If you have any problems, call me". So I do and he doesn't answer. So yeah, anyway, I wait at the gas station for an hour, and still, no one comes to pick me up (I see how much they care, I guess.). I can't call anyone else, b/c the fucking pay phone stopped working. Yet another reason they need to get over their stupidity and buy me a damn cell phone...So after an hour (oh yeah, by this time I'm half an hour late to meet to go to the opera), I decide to fuck it, and drive the piece of crap home. Does anyone know how long it takes to get from Britton to Blissfield going 30 mph? I do. About 27 minutes. It was the most boring ride of my life. So I get home, and get this, my mom bitches at me about it. because it's obviously my fault. Of course, how silly of me to not think so...But apparently my dad had gotten my message and was on his way to pick me up...excellent, only 30 minutes late...
So, needless to say, I need a new car. But, with no money to buy one (this one's all my responsibility), I can't. But with no car (b/c remember, mine's a piece of shit), I can't get to work (if indeed I did have a job), thus I can't earn money and buy a new car. So basically, it comes down to: I'm eternally screwed.
It has been one fine day, let me tell you. (BTW, that's a huge amount of sarcasm there.)
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