Toyota Corrola
Josh was sweet and came and picked up Gabby and me. We took Gabby to school, stopped for bagels and coffee, and then I took him to work. On the way to his office, I kept noticing that he would do something weird with the gas and the break pedals whenever we were stopped at a light. I asked him nicely if his car was going to cut off on me. He simply said yes, but it will turn right back on. WHAT?! I begged him to just take me home and drop me off. He could keep his stinkin' car. But by this point I think he was relishing in the fact that I was scared to drive his car. Once in it I couldn't even stick the key in the ignition. I tried it many times before Josh finally left me to my own devices. (The key BTW was bent up and scratched to death.) I did fine though. I got to my first light, and thought well, I have driven worse, not much, but yes, worse. I stayed home all day anyways. He couldn've just kept his piece of junk. He called in the afternoon to find out if I was going to be able to deal with the key, and he made some comment about getting a new key . . . why not just a new car!!!!!???? I appreciated the use of vehicle very much, but I have my own dying car problems! Tomorrow I will be using my mom's car, and will feel much safer!
I'm not usually a night-blogger . . . I'm very restless and VERY hormonal today!!! I hate crying for no reason. It's so stupid. And you would think that if you know you're hormonal and you know that the next week you'll feel much better you should be able to suck it up and deal . . . another of life's little mysteries.
Josh was sweet and came and picked up Gabby and me. We took Gabby to school, stopped for bagels and coffee, and then I took him to work. On the way to his office, I kept noticing that he would do something weird with the gas and the break pedals whenever we were stopped at a light. I asked him nicely if his car was going to cut off on me. He simply said yes, but it will turn right back on. WHAT?! I begged him to just take me home and drop me off. He could keep his stinkin' car. But by this point I think he was relishing in the fact that I was scared to drive his car. Once in it I couldn't even stick the key in the ignition. I tried it many times before Josh finally left me to my own devices. (The key BTW was bent up and scratched to death.) I did fine though. I got to my first light, and thought well, I have driven worse, not much, but yes, worse. I stayed home all day anyways. He couldn've just kept his piece of junk. He called in the afternoon to find out if I was going to be able to deal with the key, and he made some comment about getting a new key . . . why not just a new car!!!!!???? I appreciated the use of vehicle very much, but I have my own dying car problems! Tomorrow I will be using my mom's car, and will feel much safer!
I'm not usually a night-blogger . . . I'm very restless and VERY hormonal today!!! I hate crying for no reason. It's so stupid. And you would think that if you know you're hormonal and you know that the next week you'll feel much better you should be able to suck it up and deal . . . another of life's little mysteries.
Comments
K - I remember that car, but I only drove in it when she first got it, so, no problems then. Actually, I drove it once, and Steve and Mando jumped out of the car in the middle of the street and walked home. My first car I had to drive the same way, and it was a standard, so it was even harder to keep running at the light!!!