damn car.

This whole car situation is so frustrating. Today my father informed me that I needed to come out to 280 and sign some documents to complete the loan process. So, on my lunch break I braved the terrible lunch rush traffic. For those of you who don’t know, highway 208 traffic is the worst kind. So, I get to my house and we go to the bank that is doing the loan for us. The lady that my father has been speaking to about this matter had to leave due to an emergency so, another lady had to come in and figure out our situation. We go it all taken care of and everything was signed. Now we can go register my car. I’m getting excited because we have had this car parked in the driveway for a very long time and all I’ve wanted to do is take my new car home. So we get to the DMV and there was no line and three ladies at desks. One lady was already helping someone but the other two were just sitting there. It took them a good minute or two to ask us how they could help… really? Are you kidding me? You aren’t doing anything and I’m here ON MY LUNCH BREAK! I haven’t eaten lunch and I’m pushing two hours. I’M HUNGRY DAMNIT AND MY DAD IS IN A BAD MOOD! Sigh. Anyway, my father explains to the lady that we need to register my car and he tells her that it was totaled. She then asks if we have the documentation stating the total loss so we could get a discount on registration. He said that we have it but it’s at home. She tells him that he could go get it. Mind you, we live literally a minute away. So, he tells her ok and we walk to the car. As soon as we get out of the DMV my father screams F***! There was this lady sitting in her car and she looked at him like he was a complete maniac. I told my dad that I have to get back to work and he tells me to go home and get my moms car and go to work and he will come back and register my car. We say good bye and when he got in and closed the door to his car I heard him totally flip out. Screaming and yelling curse words and banging the steering wheel. I started to laugh because if you know my father you know that he is a very intimidating ex-marine. If you REALLY know my father then you know that he flips out over simple things… ex:

I was about 10 and one morning and my dad had already gotten up and so I crawled into bed with my mom and we heard him scream from downstairs… “ANTS! YOU BASTARDS!” my mom and I just laughed. When we went downstairs, the whole kitchen reeked of Raid.

So, I got in my mother’s car and drove back to work… to sit and sit and sit.