Learning to say NO

Dec 15, 2007 22:30

I have now  decided to never, ever let anyone else drive my car.

Every single time I do, something goes wrong.

My sister drives it, and she leaves beer in it. Or it smells like smoke.
My mom takes it to Georgia and my brakes are messed up, which they still haven't fixed.
My sister borrows it again, and busts a tire.

Not to mention the tire she busted over the summer on my car also.

I don't see how driving my car is any different from driving their's. They don't break things constantly in their's. Although Leatha probably does let people smoke and drink in her car, but that's not the biggest problem. I think maybe its because my car is the only one that can reach 60 without feeling like its going to fall to pieces. Who knows? All I know is that I put my money into that car. I paid for my half when we got it running, and minus the time during Hamlet, I have paid for the gas for anywhere that I have gone. And I have also decided no one else gets to drive it after it gets back tomorrow. Except maybe my dad, he's good with cars.

(Sorry for the rant.)

frustration, family, car

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