petiteparadox

Odes to Frustration

A car, a car!
My kingdom for a car!

Tired of waiting
This feeling is not abating
My mechanic I am hating

Dude,
What's up
With all your ineptitude?

I want to live
a
life
free
of all of this
anxiety

Kill
Kill
Kill, kill, kill
My mechanic I will kill

The last one is my favorite. Simple and to the point.

I got my car back from the garage today. And there was much rejoicing! One month to the day after I brought it to them. An entire friggin month! I even bought a brand new bumper sticker just for the occasion. "Up To No Good" If only I knew how appropriate it would turn out to be... You know when people say "enjoy every minute you get because you never know when it's going to end"? Well, take my word for it - enjoy those minutes! My darling baby wasn't even back in my possession for two hours when POOF! the entire front end started to shake. Oh joy. Oh rapture. Back to the garage it is! Something about an engine mount? ::sigh:: I suppose it just wasn't meant to be...yet.

A word to the would-be-wise from the not-so-wise. When a mechanic says "like, yeah, lady, your car is like soooo close to being like a total loss", make the bastard write it off. ::chanting:: I hate him. I hate him. I hate him. I HATE HIM. He's bumbled the entire job from the start. My worst fears are coming true. Now I'm going to be saddled with a suspicious car. ::double sigh:: How I do hate saying that about the ones I love. I don't want to be one of those sob stories. You know the ones. The ones who say "yeah, my car was in a serious wreck and it's never been the same since."

This is yet another illustration of why I need a personal assistant. Then I could blame the whole mess on him. Any volunteers? ::bats eyelashes::