A month ago my car was broken into via the front passenger window, which ended up in a bazillion pieces inside and out. My phone charger and the faceplate to my radio were taken - hardly worth breaking the window! The plastic covering the hole is clinging for dear life. Until I get my *new* window (the one Dave picked up for me at the junkyard) installed, the plastic will remain. At least the rattling of the plastic makes up for the music I'm not listening to anymore.
Yesterday morning my car hit a curb in an attempt to avoid being backed into by a car whose driver wasn't paying attention. I was in the parking lot of my apartment complex and it was snowing and the pavement was very slick, so I ended up sliding instead of swerving. The very minor collision with the curb resulted in a missing (and broken in half) hubcap and my front tires out of alignment. Just what I needed to make my car look officially stupid.
Sometimes it doesn't start like it should and we have to slam a door or two to get the engine to turn over. The emergency brake is broken, so I can't park at too much of an incline unless I'm against a curb that I can turn the wheels into. My windshield is full of cracks which are creating more cracks - I have to duck my head down just a teeny bit in order to see past one of the big ones. The latch to open my gas tank door is located next to my driver's seat. The little door won't open unless the latch is popped, but for some reason the latch isn't working right and the latch must be up while I open the door. I have a crayon to prop up the latch so that I can manually open the gas tank door.
I have a feeling that one day I'll be sitting at a stop light and my car will spontaneously crumble into a million pieces. The thought of all that has...and could go wrong with my little pile of crap makes me laugh. There is a scene in the movie The Money Pit that beautifully illustrates what I'm feeling...
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