Who'd a thunk that such small car parts cost so much? I was very tempted to keep that bright pink rejection sticker on my car just to save some dough. But every time I needed to use Gyppsy, I could feel that fucking sticker glaring, sneering at me. It's pretty far-fetched to tell me that my turn signals "might fail to work, forcing me to use hand signals out the driver's window" - the only window that clearly hasn't functioned in well over 2 years (and apparently is a safety hazard). My response? Break down crying while my brother offered to use his Christmas money to help pay for the part needed. I would have never though that a high school kid would have more money to his name than me.
Now, with a boasting $3 in my wallet, I am indebted to my younger sibling for $X + $11 (...matinee viewing of Avatar in 3-D). This was notarized in ballpoint pen on a sheet of notebook paper torn in half - it doesn't get more official than that, my friends.
The bright side of it all? I can finally use drive-thrus, ATMs, and bank teller windows without fear of my flip flops falling out unbeknownst to me. Too bad it's the dead of winter and I have no real use of my fully-functioning window right now.
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