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crappy car, driver, first world problem, free car, fuzzy dice, spoiled, sweet baby jebus, teenager, watch out
Kids these days…
Austin (aka: The Semi Step-Brother), the 16 yo Eagle Scout who won’t be going to Mexico, is licensed and on the road. Watch out, Houston, TX!
But get this shit: ten seconds after he got his license he got one of my mom’s cars for free (the little red Jeep), he’s getting gas money, and his Dad’s paying for his insurance. *And* he doesn’t even have to get a job. WTH?! Really?!
Spoiled.
Are you f’n kidding me? I don’t ever want to hear that I don’t know how good I had it when I was growing up. My life sucked balls just as hard as yours did, old farts. It’s all perspective, people.
Just to let you know why I’m so pissed: I got a rust colored (super- sexy actual color, not a rusty car) 10-year old Chevrolet Citation for Christmas SIX MONTHS after I got my license. The car had no radio, air conditioning, or heater. It had manual windows and seats. The seats wouldn’t scoot up far enough, forcing me to pioneer the pimpin’ driving style. I had to pay for my own insurance, gas, and MANY repairs with my THREE freaking jobs, while I still had school, dance practice after school, and two-a-days on the weekends and during the summer.
Screwed.
As Mischelle would say, “Ffff.” I’m just saying.
I’m getting him fuzzy dice for Christmas this year cuz that’s what I got the Christmas I got my car. Fuzzy dice, a can of fix-a-flat and a rust-colored car.
Sweet baby Jebus. Talk about a first world problem. I’m gonna shut up now.
My first car was a 1996 Mercury Cougar. It had leather seats, a sunroof, and a horn that played La Cucaracha. It looked like this: http://www.edmunds.com/mercury/cougar/1996/. Her name was Juanita. She was a good old boat, right up until my little sister smacked her into the back of some cowboy’s ginormous truck. Rest in peace, dear Juanita.
I called my little guy “Rusty.” After I went into the Navy, my mom sold him for twice what she paid. Twice! And I was all, “You sold my freaking CAR!?”
And I totally want a cool horn, now! How about Cee Lo? Oh, yeah. It sounds nice and catchy, but it’s really nice and bitchy!
Don’t be pissed, but I was lucky enough to be in a similar situation when I got my license. My parents bought me a 1995 Plymouth Neon for about $1000, which I immediately plastered with obnoxious high school girl bumper stickers. I loved that car so much…
I’m happy that Austin is Lucky. Just pissed that I could have been, but wasn’t because I was being forced to learn all that “how to excel at life” crap. Well, that backfired on my mom, didn’t it? Ha!
Ha! I still own my first car! Bought it in 1991 from a GI in Ft. Hood. Porsche 914. (That’s POR-SHUH!) It cost me $3G to get and twice that to fix. Damn it. My wife was graced with a Pontiac T1000. (Pronounced CHEVETTE)… http://autotraderca.files.wordpress.com/2009/10/1981-pontiac-t1000-acadian.jpg It was rust colored too! I called it a natural patina… I think it was blue originally…
Congratulations on still owning your first car? Not sure if that’s a good thing or not. Ha! My aunt had a Porsche that she tried to teach me how to drive a stick in. Not a pretty sight. I finally taught myself how to drive a 5-speed on my 1993 Chevy Cavalier. I LOVED that little car! Of course, in retrospect, I’ve loved every car I’ve ever owned except that damn Citation and I think it’s because I didn’t get to pick it out. Had I been offered the option of it or an equally crappy car, I most likely would have picked it. I mean, my mom *does* know what I like. But the absence of choice just pissed me off. xoxo, Still Bitter
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