Fuckity fuck fuck fuck.
The rear windows on my car have not worked for a good long while now. A year, maybe two. I don't really care, as any time I have anyone in the backseat we're on the freeway, so the windows don't need to open anyway.
My brother in law got one to roll down this morning. Down. Down.
I'm sure you can see the problem here.
Three hundred dollars to replace the regulator, which won't even get here until Friday, worst case Monday, the man says.
I ask if there's any way to just raise the window back up, and I can go back to having non-functional rear windows.
Nope.
I'm really glad Kelsey got this new job that's going to make respectable (not amazing, but certainly respectable) money... But she hasn't started yet, so couldn't the universe have held off juuuuust a little bit longer?
The things even paid off next month, for crying out loud!
*headdesk*
My brother in law got one to roll down this morning. Down. Down.
I'm sure you can see the problem here.
Three hundred dollars to replace the regulator, which won't even get here until Friday, worst case Monday, the man says.
I ask if there's any way to just raise the window back up, and I can go back to having non-functional rear windows.
Nope.
I'm really glad Kelsey got this new job that's going to make respectable (not amazing, but certainly respectable) money... But she hasn't started yet, so couldn't the universe have held off juuuuust a little bit longer?
The things even paid off next month, for crying out loud!
*headdesk*