Today is the day in which I finally go get a car.
Also, I’m soaking my nails off,
but don’t worry about it. That’s irrelevant.
So I’m going to the car dealership today,
and my partner was like,
you need to make a list of what you want in a car.
And I’m like, I don’t know what I want in a car.
And he’s like, no,
like, there has to. Like,
do you want heated seats? I’m like,
dude, we live in Florida.
Why would I want heated seats?
I want the opposite of heated seats,
if anything. But I’m not really particular picky.
He’s like, what do you want in a car?
And here’s my list. I want brakes that work.
I want AC.
I want, like,
you know, windows that aren’t stuck or busted out,
you know, because all I’ve ever had in my life when it comes to cars
is absolute fucking beaters
that you’re, like,
looking at going, come on,
old girl, let’s just fucking make it. Like, that’s.
That’s what I’ve had. And now I’m in a position that I’m like,
I could have a car with, relatively.
I’m not gonna say, like,
oh, my god,
I could have a Lamborghini,
but, like,
you know, I can go buy a RAV4 or a Honda Civic or whatever else
and have some nice things in it.
And I’m like, well,
I guess if I really want to be spoiled,
I really want a backup camera.
And he’s like, those are mandated as of 2016.
Every car has a backup camera.
And I’m like, well,
then working stereo. He’s like,
yeah, no,
that’s a thing that happened in, like,
I don’t know, the 90s.
I’m like, oh,
hmm. Hmm.
Um, so now we’re gonna go figure out what car I want.
And the problem is that
I’m just excited to have something that functions
and doesn’t break down every three seconds. And, um,
what do I want in a car?