Since I moved out on my own, I've only made it home a few times.
The first time, I came home because my keys were getting stuck in my ignition. Since I haven't found a mechanic yet, I just decided to take it to the one my family uses. (-$214.20.)
The second time, I came home to visit my family when my sister was home for Spring Break. My car was due for an oil change, so I took it in Friday afternoon. (-$10.71) While I was paying, the mechanic told that there was something wrong with it and it was a safety issue and they would order the piece for me and fix it next week. No gracias, Mr. Chevy dealer who knows that my car is just off warranty. You're not getting another penny of my money. Since it was a "safety issue," I wanted to play it safe and called my family's mechanic and he said to drop it off and just look at it to see. Hours went by. Hmm. He called back and apparently it was very unsafe to drive. Sweet. Three days later, it was finally fixed. (-$350.17)
Needless to say, I haven't been home since.
But it's Easter weekend. Kinda hard to get out of that one.
Friday morning. Car is packed. Full tank of gas. No appointments scheduled. Car starts.
On the road. Dunkin' drive thru. Pick my sister up at Rutgers.
Oh, hey, random stone that flies through the air on the turnpike and hits my windshield.
It's just a little dent, but still. WHY WHY WHY??!!
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