Yesterday was an unexpected day. I took my car, Betty Blue, to the repair shop after noticing that the check engine light came on early Friday morning. At the time there was nothing to be done about it as I was on my way to meet up with some friends before heading to New Orleans for the weekend (more to come on this soon). I made it to Melissa's house but couldn't stop worrying about that darn light. Lights never mean something good has happened to your car. On Sunday evening I made it back to my apartment, but the light remained on. I was so freaked out about it that I refused to drive it to work on Monday. Monday after work I went to my parents house where my car's special coolant was located. As I was driving my car started heating up. Immediate panic set in. We got to my parents house and my dad and Andrew checked it out. I had absolutely no coolant, which was not a good sign as I had just filled up with coolant a few months ago. The stuff is supposed to last a while. They filled it back up but the light remained on. The next morning I took Tessa out and noticed the puddle under my car, yet nothing was to be found under the other cars in the lot. Hmm. I woke Andrew up and told him I have to take my car to the shop. Just on the short drive to the car shop my car started over-heating. Again.
The repairman called an hour later while I was at work to tell me that my radiator had blown up. My what?? Did what?? How?! The price to repair it only served to shock me more. $1300? I got off the phone and immediately called Andrew all the while tearing up. Andrew's response was something along the lines of that is ridiculous and we will be getting you a new car this weekend rather than repair that one. Hold on. A new car? Suddenly $1300 didn't sound so bad when faced with the looming sticker price of a new car. I called my dad to talk to him about it. He thought the price to repair my car was slightly insane and did some research for a less expensive repair.
To make this insanely long story short. I'm getting a new car this weekend. Betty who is my 8 year old PT Cruiser has taken me as far as she can on the highways of life. She survived one accident, 2 or 3 cases of vandalism, the erractic behavior that constitutes my driving, and all sorts of other things. She had spunk and I'll be sorry to see her go!
Here's to finding my new companion, may they have half the personality that Betty Blue had. Wish me luck!
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don't forget to mention how Betty got her feelings hurt, becuase nobody liked what she looked like. . .but really they had to just get to know her :) cuz she was a cute pie!
wow did i just write all that???
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