April 1, 2008
April 1, 2008 – Our Shitty Old Cars
My car is in the shop today. No surprise there. In the meantime I have a loaner to drive. Don’t get me wrong, I’m happy that I have something do drive but I’m amazed that some of these things are still on the road. This one’s a baby, relatively speaking that is… Only 128,480 miles, although I wouldn’t be surprised if the odometer had already rolled over. Hell, I can’t really complain, they don’t have me driving that shitty old station wagon anymore. You know, the Griswaldmobile.
As bad as these cars are it’s fun to talk to the other drivers about what they had to drive in the past. Makes these things look like Caddilacs. Doors falling off, wheels falling off, you name it. Maybe I don’t have it so bad. Driver safety doesn’t really seem to be an issue however. Just look at the tires, the steel is poking through. Our boss thinks that used tires are a good investment. She buys tires that only have like 10,000 miles left on them, so typically they are good for like two months tops. Of course she has to pay a shop to put them on and balance them each time. She doesn’t pay much though, and it shows. Usually when I pick up my car from the shop it is littered with wood screws, duct tape, and mismatched spray paint. I'm surprised it isn't on fire.
Pretty sure when you get a new set of tires you get an alignment. Although the tires really aren’t new so maybe Catherine thinks that alignments aren’t needed. I bet if Jesus told her that the cars needed an alignment she would have a change of heart. I’m surprised she doesn’t try to bless our cars. Well, not that I know of. Not much surprises me here anymore…
I like the cigarette burns in my seat and the rusty gear shift. Nice touch. I really wish that she wasn’t such a pain in the ass about washing the car. Will people not notice that it is a piece of shit if it just went through a car wash? I should roll the windows down when I bring it through the wash. I’ll notice something – my wallet being lighter. Not that it’s too heavy after working here. Guess it’s been 8 months or so now. The other day Catherine told me that the car needed to be detailed. Fuck that. I could think of a hundred better things to spend $50 dollars on. None of them involve Jesus.