Then I pull into the bank, withdraw the money, come back out...and the car won't start. It's cold, dark, and raining. I have it towed to the shop, costing me $70 for a one block trip. We arrive...just as it closes.:yh_sad
Three days later the mechanics drop the bomb on me. $800 for a new fuel pump. 800 @#$%& DOLLARS?!! My truck is only worth about $5,000! How can one part be worth a fifth of the price of my entire vehicle?!:yh_ooooo
Then I find out that I have to pay $97 dollars to get some paperwork processed by the government. They tell me, "Give us $97 or we won't even look at your letter. Oh, and we need that by Christmas Eve." @#$%& Who the Hell extorts money for reading a blasted letter? Is Ebeneezer Scrooge a real person who works in the government?:yh_wait
Then my wife tells me that it's her turn to host her ladies group party and she needs to feed all 12 of them. So long another hundred dollars I hadn't planned for. Right now a church mouse looks rich compared to me. I can't even afford a tree much less presents for everyone.
Well, there goes Christmas.:-5
I did manage to look at a few YouTube videos on how to fix the truck myself. Apparently it's not too hard. I just have to take the bed of the pickup off with my skinny teacher arms. (And somehow lift it off the truck single-handedly.)
The baboons showing the videos on YouTube look way stupider than I am. One of them had a ponytail sticking straight up out of the top of his head, so hopefully I'll be able to do it myself and save $500. The pump itself, which is almost entirely made of plastic and looks like a toy, is $300.
Oh...and as my son tells me, "The point of the story, Dad, was that it was about the people. Not about the money."
Well...(sigh) He's right after all....Merry Christmas everybody.
