I hate being dependent on cars.
Twenty-five minutes into a trip to the other side of the island, the brake decides that I'm required to push it all the way down to the floor for it to work, and even then it was slow as hell. On the expressway, no less. I turned around and have been stuck at the mall for over three hours waiting for them to fix it because there's no one to pick me up. And since there's no Borders anymoe, there is nothing to do, since I don't want to spend even more money at he movie theatre, though now I'm kind of regreting not watching something.