my car is possessed by demons
Last, Thursday I went to class around 8:45 to 12:15. I walked to my car to drive home and I see a note on the windshield of my car window that says," Fix you horn, your car alarm has been going off for 10 minutes." My car is a stupid piece of shit! It did that once before at work. I go to take the paper off my window and a guy comes out of his apartment all pissed off screaming that my car honked for 30 minutes this morning and then it went dead. He said he was going to call the police but then the alarm stopped. He told me I needed to turn my alarm off on my car. I DON"T HAVE AN ALARM ASS! My car is a 1987 model. It was my damn horn. It went off and the car was not even on. I was so embarrassed. I apologized to the guy and he offered to help me start my car because he figured it died. It started thank heavens. I went home and after laughing, his ass off my dad UNHOOKED the horn. I came back from class today at 12:15 to find my horn was honking and my keys were in my hand. The horn is UNHOOKED. That means there is no horn and there is a very loud horn sound coming from my car. I was freaking afraid to get in the car. I walked a couple rows over so no one would know that it was my car honking and called my mom.
Me: The damn horn is going off on the car.
Mom: It can’t be. Your dad unhooked it.
Me: Listen do you here it?
Mom: Laughing her ass off
Me: This is not funny it is embarrassing. Someone is going to take a bat to my car one day.
Mom: Well, go knock on that guy’s door and see if he will help you.
Me: NO
Me: I am afraid to start my car. Dad unhooked the horn.
Mom: You mean your keys are not in the car.
Me: Duh!
Me: I am opening the door.
Mom: What is that dinging sound?
Me: what dinging sound?
Mom: Ding...ding... ding
Me: OMG the door
Me: do not do that.
I put my keys in the ignition and turned on the car. I took the keys out of the ignition and the horn started beeping again.
Mom: Hysterically laughing.
ME: This is so embarrassing. If you do not stop laughing, I am going to have it towed.
Mom: Now, that is a threat.
Me: grrrrrrrrr
Mom: Just drive it home and I will have Carlos look at it. (My neighbor that works for Toyota) BUY FOREGIN!
Me: fine but if it explodes; I want to donate what is left of me.
Mom: You do not want to do that.
Me: Yes, I DO. I am not arguing with you about this now.
I drove the Satan Mobile home and put it in park and the damn thing did not honk! OMG Carlos came over, got in my car, and the car would not honk. So he pops the hood and looks at it and goes ummmmmmmmm
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmmm?
Him: Your horn is unhooked
Me: I know
Him: uhhhhhh
Me: Told you it did not need a mechanic, mom, it needs an exorcist!
The only explanation we can come up with is that there is a short. I told my dad the steering wheel was making a funny sound. Does he ever listen to me? NO!
I think it is just possessed. He said it should not honk anymore and if it does, I should not drive it. *Shakes head* If I die, char, you can have DINO.
Me: The damn horn is going off on the car.
Mom: It can’t be. Your dad unhooked it.
Me: Listen do you here it?
Mom: Laughing her ass off
Me: This is not funny it is embarrassing. Someone is going to take a bat to my car one day.
Mom: Well, go knock on that guy’s door and see if he will help you.
Me: NO
Me: I am afraid to start my car. Dad unhooked the horn.
Mom: You mean your keys are not in the car.
Me: Duh!
Me: I am opening the door.
Mom: What is that dinging sound?
Me: what dinging sound?
Mom: Ding...ding... ding
Me: OMG the door
Me: do not do that.
I put my keys in the ignition and turned on the car. I took the keys out of the ignition and the horn started beeping again.
Mom: Hysterically laughing.
ME: This is so embarrassing. If you do not stop laughing, I am going to have it towed.
Mom: Now, that is a threat.
Me: grrrrrrrrr
Mom: Just drive it home and I will have Carlos look at it. (My neighbor that works for Toyota) BUY FOREGIN!
Me: fine but if it explodes; I want to donate what is left of me.
Mom: You do not want to do that.
Me: Yes, I DO. I am not arguing with you about this now.
I drove the Satan Mobile home and put it in park and the damn thing did not honk! OMG Carlos came over, got in my car, and the car would not honk. So he pops the hood and looks at it and goes ummmmmmmmm
Me: Ummmmmmmmmmmm?
Him: Your horn is unhooked
Me: I know
Him: uhhhhhh
Me: Told you it did not need a mechanic, mom, it needs an exorcist!
The only explanation we can come up with is that there is a short. I told my dad the steering wheel was making a funny sound. Does he ever listen to me? NO!
I think it is just possessed. He said it should not honk anymore and if it does, I should not drive it. *Shakes head* If I die, char, you can have DINO.