Got a call from my little girl, what is she, 19?
Wants me to drive thirty miles to go look at a car she wants, on a dealer lot. 4200 hundred bucks for this POS.
Can you say NOT!!!?
I finally agreed, told her she ain’t buying this fucking car and the guilt trip started.
Hey, I don’t need the guilt, I will go look at the sonofabitch, I used to make a decent living picking apart used cars when I worked at a dealership.
Praise be, she called me right as I went to put gas in the truck to go over there.
Someone was going to be late and she had to stay over to cover for them.
I just went through this shit for my niece and my buddy came through for us and found her a nice damn little Plymouth with good paint, good tires, his partner did a head gasket job on it and fixed some stuff like a broken tail light and some other minor shit, took it through emsissions and fixed something else, all for 700 fucking dollars.
Let’s do the math.
4200 bucks for a Ford Focus that she ” has” to have, or 700 bucks for a decent runner.
Someone needs a dose of reality here AND a good beating., it looks like I am going to be busy.
Damn, I am getting too old to hold them down anymore.
I’m calling in the heavy guns, her mother.
I ain’t stupid.