Check Engine light on a 1996 Dodge Caravan. (Photo credit: Wikipedia)
The old Chevy Malibu isn’t like he used to be. Back when my grand-daddy drove it, the thing purred like a kitten on cat dope!
Now, since he’s died and willed it to me and I’ve managed to confuse changing oil for looking at the dipstick and misjudge the check engine light for ‘its okay, Ambien, check, the engine is fine and so are the lights!’
About four months ago, I had toyed with the idea of getting rid of Edward the Malibu. The rambling Ambien thoughts came out in this conversation as did my still disproportioned ideas of well feed, well breed and well, get her wed already!
Kate,” what are you doing?”
Ambien on Ambien, “looking up cars and trucks. Also getting an estimate on how much I could sell my car for.”
Kate teased with a cynical remark, “Alright. So, what is the big deal on finding a car? Is it because you’re mother said so? Do you really want to deal with a car payment?”
Ambien dosed down on dialogue, “I’ve been wanting a new car, I didn’t want my grandpas. I hate driving automatics. I always just wanted to keep driving Mummy’s or Daddy’s car.”
Kate, “You need to get that check engine light to go away.”
Me, “It goes away sometimes. The car is old but I think I can get a lot of money for it. The light isn’t a big deal…it only comes on when I put gas in it. Do you think I should check the trunk? See if something’s wrong with the tires?”
Kate….snore…snore….
Anyway, the story goes like this.
My thinking was if I didn’t put gas in the car and brought to the professional I found online. Someone that would take care of that tiny detail within the interior…The ambience of rotten fast food, smoke and cum stains. I could ride it over to a dealership before it needed gas and the light wouldn’t come back on. I’d be riding it on empty, essentially. I’d walk in hand them my keys, tell them what I wanted and drive out that day in a slightly used ’08 Jeep Wrangler or something.
think before you breed
When Kate woke up from my stated state of confusion: I learned many adult things and was not pleased. How was I to know dealerships will clean the car after they buy it off you? How would I know that going from a Malibu to a 4X4 or a cute little SUV wouldn’t mean I couldn’t get an even trade? No, I didn’t want car payments and no I didn’t have money to put down.
I was getting pissed off. As I always did at my vulnerability to stupid acts.
Most of the time I end up dumb founded by Ambien Grace, a UNH graduate and professional in the art of mistaken miscues.
My parting thought to Kate?
After I get the new car or truck…I wanna go to grad school. if i dont get in then ill be looking for a teaching job for a year at a boarding school like my old highschool or tilton and proctor id stay in the area. then apply to grad school and try and stay close…just sayin’.
