Eventful Holiday Week Part 2: Ride Towards the Light

As you'll recall from yesterday, I spent the night at Aerith's house (not like that) due to winter weather making it impossible to drive home. Once I woke up later that day (I fell asleep around 4 AM that morning and woke up around 9:30 AM), everyone else who had been stranded was already gone and I had two cats staring at me (Aerith has four cats and her roommate has another).

Since Aerith was still sleeping, I decided to get dressed and head for home. While I had my outfit from last night, I didn't have new makeup to apply nor was I really in the mood to add any when I woke up. It took forever to de-ice my car. The windshield wipers were a tangled mess but I was sick of waiting and headed home.

En route, I was at a red light when I felt a "clunk" underneath my car. Suddenly, the Check Engine light came on and it took the full force of my foot to activate either the brake or the accelerator. I did stop for gas but I decided to hold off on checking out a garage for the time being. The reason was obvious: I'm presenting as a man but I have on feminine clothing (including black boots with skulls and roses on them), I have a wig in my bag and I'm carrying a purse. Any redneck mechanic that was open probably would've either done more damage or simply try to accost me. Not how I wanted to spend the first day of 2026.

So, the next day, I made a call to my usual garage and made an appointment for the following Monday (yesterday, as of this writing). I took my car in and went to work.

The garage called around 1 PM to tell me just how bad things were for the car. The engine's timing was messed up plus the brakes and wheel bearings would need replaced. I was looking at around $2,600 plus they had to order parts in plus an extra two days of my car down in the garage. There were also other things they were worried could be wrong with it but wouldn't be sure until they started working on it.

I decided not to go through with the repairs and rather would trade it in towards a new vehicle. It was paid off, it had around 83,000 miles on it, the cost to fix it was around half of what it was currently worth, and I wanted to trade it in for a new one anyway had it made it to 100,000 miles. It was time.

Since it was an SUV, I decided to go with something similar. My new one is also a Hybrid, which is neat. It does drive like a dream, it has all wheel drive (super important for winter in this area), and it's brand spanking new (went from 83,000 miles down to 38).

However, picking out the car was easy. Actually getting through all the paperwork for it took an insane amount of time. 

I came to an agreement on the car with the salesman around 5:30 PM but there was a person in front of me to meet with the finance person. It wasn't until 7 PM when I was able to start signing everything. That took an additional hour. You have to love the BBS: bureaucratic bullshit.

By the time it was all over, it was almost 8 PM. I was exhausted.

As I prepared to leave, the salesman finished helping me out. He applied my license plate and helped me set up the Bluetooth from my phone to the car. As soon as it connected, it began playing the last song I'd listened to that morning...Hoes Depressed by Thot Squad.

*It take a ho to birth a ho, your mom a ho and you a bitch.

HOOOOOOOOO!*

It at least gave the salesman a laugh to end his day and was just what I needed at that point as well. Plus, I got to drive my fancy, new car home. Yay! 😊

Tomorrow, we'll jump back to this past Saturday and day one of my birthday celebration. It started with a group of three...but ended with a fourth. 😉

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