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So I got a loan and bought a 99 nissan sentra with disgustingly low miles. It was $5k. I'm making decent car payments and my insurance would make you sick.
This will be a lot of money.
Yay 30 day cover all guarantee, you saved me quite a bit. The fat man said "yea we checked everything on that car and it sure is pretty." Four weeks and four weekends in the shop to fix these pretty things that broke very badly the warranty is up.
OH MY FINGERS WERE CROSSED. There have been a few small things but they all turned out to be stuff that was fixable if you know the right people and those people are helping you take your tire off in the middle of the road at 11:30 at night... cos its not the guy whos taking off your tire- its the people that know HIM that will stop- and they are the ones with the wealth of knowledge. :)
ALL FIXED.... wait i need gas. Wait the little open-the-gas-door button IS NOT WORKING. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT GAS IN THIS MOTHER IF THE OPEN-THE-GAS-DOOR BUTTON IS NOT WORKING.
So we pry it open with keys a couple times and BAM we bent it too much and it wont close. YAY $5k CAR!
I was bitching and sad (about 2830238 other things, not this car alone- this car is not enough alone to make me psycho) to Mathias on some random evening last week or last weekend. I havent seen him in a few days.
Today is a sucky day. I work for 11 hours in anticipation of car bills.
I stop to get gas...
WHAT my gas door is closed? Who got it closed?
WHAT I PUSH THE BUTTON AND IT POPS OPEN LIKE A RICE DREAM.
I smile smile smile smile. WHO????
I call Laura "mathias is draining the water bed cos he hates it and is throwing it out." Did he fix my gas thing? She asks. He screams
"OF COURSE I FIXED HER FUCKING GAS DOOR."
HEH! Well.... i thought it was sweet.
This will be a lot of money.
Yay 30 day cover all guarantee, you saved me quite a bit. The fat man said "yea we checked everything on that car and it sure is pretty." Four weeks and four weekends in the shop to fix these pretty things that broke very badly the warranty is up.
OH MY FINGERS WERE CROSSED. There have been a few small things but they all turned out to be stuff that was fixable if you know the right people and those people are helping you take your tire off in the middle of the road at 11:30 at night... cos its not the guy whos taking off your tire- its the people that know HIM that will stop- and they are the ones with the wealth of knowledge. :)
ALL FIXED.... wait i need gas. Wait the little open-the-gas-door button IS NOT WORKING. HOW THE HELL AM I SUPPOSED TO PUT GAS IN THIS MOTHER IF THE OPEN-THE-GAS-DOOR BUTTON IS NOT WORKING.
So we pry it open with keys a couple times and BAM we bent it too much and it wont close. YAY $5k CAR!
I was bitching and sad (about 2830238 other things, not this car alone- this car is not enough alone to make me psycho) to Mathias on some random evening last week or last weekend. I havent seen him in a few days.
Today is a sucky day. I work for 11 hours in anticipation of car bills.
I stop to get gas...
WHAT my gas door is closed? Who got it closed?
WHAT I PUSH THE BUTTON AND IT POPS OPEN LIKE A RICE DREAM.
I smile smile smile smile. WHO????
I call Laura "mathias is draining the water bed cos he hates it and is throwing it out." Did he fix my gas thing? She asks. He screams
"OF COURSE I FIXED HER FUCKING GAS DOOR."
HEH! Well.... i thought it was sweet.