Ive been having a bit of car troubles over the past 24 hours. I absolutely hate anything car related, really I do. I don’t like pumping my gas. I usually get to where I know if I don’t find a gas station my car will not run anymore. I realize that’s not good for the car, I just hate doing it. Along with the very rapid price increase of gas prices, I feel I have every right to be. Two things make getting gas more enjoyable to me. One: if they have the clasp that allows me to not have to stand at my pump holding the gas into my car. This is where second thing comes in. If it does have a clasp, I am free to move about the gas station. Usually I take this time to empty trash form my car and wash the windshield. Fewer and fewer gas stations are offering a bucket full of soapy water and a squeegee these days. I don’t understand why, I mean, is it really putting them out?

So the trouble Ive been having is that when starting my car, it stalls basically. And its not a stick (ha, me and a stick). Its a bit disconcerning, especially since the first time it happened was yesterday at the Honda dealership (my mom and I were buying a replacement antenna which we fixed ourselves! Well kinda, that’s another story. Lets just say, its in and I get the radio). I wasn’t about to let those guys take anymore of my money to repair my car. Dealerships are not my friends. We let Hope (my car) rest and them my mom tells me to push my foot on the gas while the car was off then let go. Then we start it, and she works. Well, Hope pulled this very same stunt everytime Ive tired to turn her on ever since. She will be going to the nearest Jiffy Lube today after work.

I am very very much not looking forward to this adventure. Of course because it has to do with a car and its going to smell like gross car smells. Probably somehow someway (because it always happens) I will get that smell stuck to me or something greasy black will show up on my hand. I will bring a couple of books and some knitting to pass the time. I’m not quite sure where my nearest one is, but it might be in walking distance to a Starbucks, which is always good. I can forget the evil ways of cars and be safe in my coffee haven. During this whole car trouble issues my mom asked if Jason knew this about me. And I did assure her is aware of my expectation of the man of my dreams to fill my gas tank up once a week and to deal with the car stuff. I will do just about anything (just) to get me off of car duty. I would like someone to make a car that doesn’t need maintenance, that would be just so fantastic I wouldn’t know what to say.