I confess that I’m feeling like I’ve been driving a piece of shit junk vehicle for a while now. The odd thing is, it’s a 2006 Chevy Equinox. THAT should not be in the same category as “shit junk”, should it?
I confess that after the kazillionth time I was told my headlight was out, or that one of my brake lights were out, I laughed in the poor guys face. Bwaaaahhhahahahahahahaha! Fuck YOU, Mr. Officer!! Seriously…I’m tired of THIS light or THAT light being burned out! What the hell??
I confess that when I was having to open my car door about 7 or so inches in order for my window to go down…yeah, I was pissed at first, but then I got used to it. And so did every drive-through window attendee I frequently visited each day.
I confess that if there weren’t any drive thru windows, I wouldn’t get SHIT done, ever!
And I wouldn’t smoke.
And I wouldn’t be addicted to White Chocolate Mochas from Caribou Coffee.
I confess that last week when I actually got OUT of my car and WALKED into Caribou for my mocha, the first thing I heard was, “Terry!!…..” (Yes, they know me by name…) Randi (Yes, I know HER by name..) said, “Terry!! You have legs!!”
You see…I’m a lazy-ass, I confess. Ok, maybe it’s not being lazy, but it’s knowing how to get shit done quicker than evah. You see, I can leave the house, get a mocha at the drive thru, drive on down the road for my smokes thru the gas station drive thru, and then…oh yeah….go on over to Walgreens to the pharmacy drive thru and pick up my sanity pills!! Awesome! If I had to go into each of these places, that would take me twice as long!! (AND I would need MORE medication!)
So…when the spouse took my vehicle up to the store the other day and then came in and said, “Do you know that nothing works on that side of your car?” Nothing as in not just the window, but the speaker and the mirror….
I shrugged it off. After all, I’d been telling him about my window for over a week now.
I confess that the next day when I got in my vehicle and drove to Caribou only to find out that my window wouldn’t even go down when I opened the door the required 7 or so inches….I fucking freaked!! What the fuck, Spouse??? YOU get in my vehicle ONE time and now the window won’t go down AT ALL?? Seriously??
AND to top it off, I had an hour or so ride to my work place where I am in training to be the best Restorative Nurse in the whole wide world….
Couldn’t smoke because MY window didn’t go down. I tried to smoke with the passenger side down and that just didn’t go well. I confess I tried to blow the smoke out that way, and I tried to flick the ashes in the top of a water bottle….That was just was too confusing to me, and driving on a freeway that I normally don’t drive on…well….yeah, that sucked big time.
I confess, this week has been a nightmare…
I confess…it sort of started pissing me off…big time….so I tried to PULL down the window from the inside….
And again from the outside…
I confess…I really REALLY am not liking my Equinox….shhhhh….don’t tell her or God knows what kinda shit she’ll pull next!!
With each drive-thru place I went to, I made SURE they knew my spouse FIXED my window….
…and THAT was why I had to open my door.
Sorry, Mr. Sake!!
I confess, despite my Spouse’s
ability to make my week a living hell “quirks”, I still love him!