RANT

My poor car--Saturn, 1997--now has 201,000 miles. She has treated me well, but bit by bit she is falling apart. I was out running around yesterday and decided I would get gas. I had a little less than 1/4 of a tank, but knew I wouldn't have time to do it later in the week. So I get out, open up the gas tank and it won't budge. I twist and twist and finally the stupid thing breaks off. The entire plastic part, but NOT the metal part. I tried everything to get it off and realize I am looking like an idiot. So I call my friend Jen's husband. He says bring it over and let me look at it. He tries pliers, a screwdriver, and some other tools. NOTHING works. I'm pissed now and realize that each mile I drive I have less and less gas.

SO this morning, I call the Saturn dealership and make an appointment. I have to take an early lunch and sit there for over an hour while they replace the gas cap. In the end, it is $75.00. I said, "WHAT?!...that is a bit high for a gas cap, isn't it?" I was inconvenienced, late for work, and now I have $75 less in my bank account.

On the way back to work my dad calls complaining about the credit collectors that keep calling us. Yes, I'm behind on my loans-what else is new, right?

FINALLY, I grab McDonald's on the way back to work and ask for lots of ketchup. Apparently, lots = 3 packets.

Idiots.