"I'm sorry ma'am, your truck failed inspection today. It failed real bad."
1.If you're going to give me such devastating news, at least say it correctly. I hate when people do that. Hate it real bad.
2. I'm not a ma'am, you jackass.
3. Big Red is not a truck. It is not a car. It is the LOVE OF MY LIFE EVEN THOUGH IT NEVER DOES WHAT IT'S SUPPOSED TO AND TREATS ME BADLY.
I know. Some of you aren't surprised. But Big Red has NEVER failed inspection in the 10 years that he has been in my life. Never. He waits until AFTER the inspection to explode coolant or break the fan belt or have the gas pedal fall off. And this time it's different.
Because I don't think he's getting fixed.
And I'm going to CRY because he's a piece of crap, but he's MY piece of crap. And I have been through SO MUCH WITH MY CAR.
AND I'm probably not going to get a new car. I'll probably have to drive my mom's car (UGLY GREEN, BOOOO BOOOO BOOOOOOOOOOO).
Right now, I am unemployed and I have no car. Dear God, someone HELP.
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oh no!! that's crazy! I can't believe it-I wanto to drive Big Red a lot now just so we get to spend our last days together, but I am fearful for my life :( maybe i'll just go sit in it. And cry.
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