This is by far the most bizzare thing that has ever happened to me....
So, I bought a car. The one I was telling you I always wanted. You know, I'm not even excited anymore because while I was sitting at the dealership I was thinking, This is going too smoothly. I had everything set and payed for everything on my won. I felt accomplished. I finally feel a bit more grown up or whatever that means. I worked hard for the money. *sings: Soo hard for the money... duh dum, duh dum...* Whatever, I did it!
I even talked to this guy who will, for definate, hook me up with graphics on my car. YES! GRAPHICS! like shit you see on "Fast and the Furious" movie. Yet, not soo over the top lame-o. I'll draw my own design and have them put it on the hood. THIS IS DEFINITELY GOING TOO SMOOTHLY. (except for the fact that I really can't drive and bought a flipping car without really knowing how. But whatves, that's another story/post).
I'm jumping with glee in pure bliss until Sunday morning when the dealership calls.
"Hello, Ms...errr...How do you pronounce your first name?"
"Umm, yeah yeah, I know. It's a mouth full. What happened?"
"Oh, well, that's pretty. How was it created?" *obviously stalling*
"Umm, my mom had REALLY bad labor pains and it was a combination of drugs... don't know how she made it up."
"Oh. *laughs* Well, Neri-long-name-she-still-can't-pronunce... We sort of have to get you a new car."
"QUE?! Why?" *frantic*
"Well, last night someone broke in to our dealership and tried to steal your car. The whole right side was busted in and it's not good anymore. We have to get you a new one."
Seriously? SERIOUSLY?! I looked around my room because surely I was being punked. No joke, I thought my parents were going to come into my room and laugh their asses off. But no one came. Laughing nervously, I tell the woman on the phone great and that it HAD to be my car! She assured me this has NEVER happened in her 7 years of dealership work. That it must have been when they were cleaning the car, as they had left the door unlocked to the shop.
No, but noooo.... it HAS to happen to me.
I hung up the phone dazed and my parents were laughing (they were eveasdropping through the other house phone). Not really laughing at a nonexistant practical joke, but at the ridiculousness that is my luck. Have you EVER in your life heard of someone getting their car almost stolen at a dealership besides in a movie? Before I even see it?! When does that EVER happen?!
I haven't even seen the car I bought JUST a week ago and it was already almost stolen. Great. I am now the butt of jokes through out the land. I don't even want it anymore.
This is another thing I will put down on my personal Guiness book.... definitely.


2 comments:
*straightening out face with flat iron (ouch!)*
It was probably its orangeyness...car thieves covet orangeyness above all else.
They tried stealing it from the dealership????
Bwahhahahhaaa
And I thought today's most ridiculous was the uber-serious campaign to save Christian Kane's hair.
*heating up flat iron*
Bwahhahahaaa. Sorry! Ouch. Bhaha. Ouch.
Bwahahahahaha.
They called on a Sunday? Really?
Kiddin'.
But I guess you have nothing to regret really. No money, no real car. I mean you'll get a new one. Eventually.
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