Hot Wired

So she now has her car. She called me Wednesday night at about 5pm –

“Hey, I can’t talk much right now because I am at the gas station and you aren’t supposed to be on your cell phone but I got my new car. It doesn’t start with a key, I have to sort of hot wire it, but anyway, the steering wheel won’t move, do you know a trick to make it move?”

“…wiggle it?”

“Yeah I tried that, it won’t move, just thought you might know a trick.”

“…One question. Why the hell did you pick up your car if it wasn’t actually ready – if you need to HOT WIRE it to make it go?”

“It is ready. This is how it is going to be.”

“…Why don’t you call the mechanics and ask them to come help you, they are only like a 3 minute drive away?”

“They already showed me how so I didn’t want to bug them again.”

“But… your car won’t go... and you bought it ten minutes ago. Good luck.”

And so she arrived home safe and sound after figuring it out somehow. Then she went for a drive (she invited me along but I declined). I got a text from her later that evening telling me that she has so much to tell me about her new car and all the things that have been going wrong. I went to bed and I haven’t asked since – don’t plan to. Sorry if you wanted to hear it because you won’t, seeing as I can’t bear to listen.

Also, today, M bought a new tooth brush. I am putting this in here because she seems to go months and months without buying a new one. I want to document how long this one will last. It has a lot of rubber bits on it so I have a feeling it’s going to be there for a long while.

And before I go, can I just clarify that she spent 1,500 dollars on a car that she has to start with a screw driver?