In their infinite wisdom, the rental
agency saw fit to outfit us with what I consider to be a luxury model
car. It has a motorized seat adjuster on the drivers side, heated
seats, satellite radio,
and best of all, the air conditioning works. I can make the internal
temperature of the car anything that I want. For this brief
moment in time I can experience physical comfort that has nothing to
do with the outside temperature!
I can finally show up to work without
my hair looking like it had been through a motherfucking wind tunnel.
Except I know it's all too good to
last. I know at some point they will fix our car and I will have to
go back.
I will have to go back.
I will have to go back to a world where
the AC doesn't work and I don't really have enough leg room and I
will no longer be able to fit all my travel shit into the truck
because my real car is tiny, and the breaks don't immediately break
when you step on the break, and it won't tell me what show I am
listing to on the radio in neat little green letters.
I was never meant to see this world.
There's something about being poor,
okay? Like you feel happy just to have two vehicles that run because
you personally know people that are still playing the our only car is
in the shop and there are two adults in our household that have to
work WTF do we do now game and you feel like you have won some sort
of multicar in game trophy and that you are totally winning at life.
And then you see how the other half
lives.
And it's not only better, but it's
fucktastically a lot better. Better then you had ever dreamed it
could be better. It's like most of you are never going to have caviar
or 200 year old wine, or a 100$ a plate dinner. Which is fine,
because it is hard to miss things you have never personally
experienced in any way. Except I think you can buy caviar at Walmart
now so maybe that was a bad comparison.
Anyway.
You know how all those rich guys that
lost all there money threw themselves off bridges and shit. Yeah, I
think I dimly understand that now.
What was really depressing was when I
sat down and realized that this car costs more them I make in a year
and quite near what we both make in a year not counting things like
paying for repairs when it breaks or putting gas and oil in the
fucker.
Have you ever had a moment where you
suddenly felt very, very poor? Like Fuck my 29 acres and my backhoe
and the fact that I can pay for my hobbies most of the time, now I
feel poor because I can't afford the insanely expensive car the
rental agency gave us because our insurance is paying for it?
You know what, sometimes I think the
rental agency is just fucking with us. Here take this one, it will
destroy your happiness and world view, bring it back with gas in it!
Asshole motherfuckers.
Asshole. Motherfuckers.
I am SO behind on blogs that I am reading backwards to find out what happened.
ReplyDeleteI will need a new car soon. My car...aside from the "held together by all the dirt and bird poop" thing, has a front passenger door that won't open, a temperamental AC/heating system, and is currently making noises that make me think it will take off like a helicopter some day soon. I've been pricing cars, and think I will finally try to purchase one *before* it has 80,000 miles on it!
...after I get a job.
Yeah, I'm with you.
ReplyDeleteMy car is fourteen years old, looks like crap, and shakes when I go over 40mph. On the other hand, I haven't had a car payment in a decade. I'd love a nice vehicle, but not the monthly nice car payment that goes along with it.