Jon and I had two cars. One was a fairly new and OK Saturn, which he drove. I had the suckiest, most unreliable minivan in existence. It kept breaking down in spectacularly expensive style. It got so bad, that I dubbed it “Tragica” (Tragica being the nickname of a very tragic looking transvestite I met clubbing in Salt Lake who wore a mini-skirt, bra, and not much else besides a peroxided mullet.) We kept fixing it because we were planning on buying a better car for me at the beginning of this summer.
Long story short, at the end of September BOTH of our cars died. Of the same thing. On the SAME DAY. (Blown head gaskets. It would have cost more to fix then the cars were worth.) Which left us driving “The Butt”. Otherwise known as the awesome station wagon on loan from my sister. You know, the one that premiered the same year as ET??? Yah, THAT one.
We have had major expenses we weren’t expecting and just did not have the budget to replace them. So, you can imagine when my brother-in-law, the mechanic said that he would fix our Saturn for FREE LABOR and give us parts AT COST, I was ecstatic. This way we could have a car that was actually in pretty decent shape except for the blown head gaskets and buy a pretty great car by the start of summer.
All I had to do was tow it up to Idaho Falls.
Holy cow. Something was actually working OUT for me! YES!
Guess who got a phone call today from her very kind brother-in-law informing them that their soon-to-be-repaired Saturn was PLOWED INTO BY A SEMI-TRUCK??
I’ll give you three guesses.