1. My downstairs neighbors tidied up the front porch. I had a little car sitting out there that I liberated from a vacant lot in Detroit when we were cleaning it out the first year I moved to Michigan. Apparently it does not match their vision for our porch because they put it on the stairs that lead up to my apartment. IT'S MY FRONT DOOR TOO, THOUGH. Is it not my porch? Can I not have my little car on my own damn porch? D:
I mean, yeah, it looks like someone fished it out of a vacant lot in Detroit, but you can't blame it for the life its led! It's cute! (And it's the tiny version, not the version large enough for small children to ride in, lol.) Plus, my thermometer sensor is riding in it, and I want to know the temperature OUTSIDE, not the temperature of MY STAIRWELL. :/
2. I got peer pressured into signing up for a trapeze class today, but couldn't actually go because my car's brakes just weren't having it. So now I'm out the cost of a class I didn't even get to do to and wasn't originally planning to go to in the first place. AND I'll probably have to miss my class on Tuesday because I'll be getting work done on my car, because Monday is a US holiday.
3. The kicker being, OMG I HAVE A MECHANIC APPOINTMENT ON FREAKING THURSDAY to get everything checked out before I drive this car to Utah. Could this not have waited until THURSDAY?
4. Especially since I was at the dealership last Thursday, getting some recalls handled. While doing the recalls they also did their multi-point check and handed me a list of things I COULD get serviced (to the tune of $1600), none of which were brake-related. So uh... did they not check the brakes? In the last four days did ONE BRAKE PAD suddenly wear so much it went from innocuous to screaming dilapidation? What.
5. I just had my ignition coil and spark plugs replaced a week ago ($500), so like, I'm not made of money, here. Come on now. What if they want to replace not one, but ALL of the brake pads? What if something is wrong with the caliper? WEH.
I guess I'll go out and creep around the block a few times to see if the rotor just rusted and it cleans up after a while, but really now. Really.
Especially since I'm supposed to take a friend to the grocery store tomorrow. She just had surgery so she can't lift anything or move very much, so I'm TRYING to be helpful here but like, what do I say? "Hey, we can still go get you food but it's going to sound like hell but I promise we probably won't die?"
1. Don't leave the house.
2. Don't try to have fun.
3. DEFINITELY don't try to do any good deeds.
But I guess I didn't have to pay Frank Devereaux $15,000 to run some numbers written on my brother's hand by a dying guy. (WHERE DID DEAN GET 15 GRAND. Frank is cash-only!)