Friday, April 09, 2010

Planes, Trains, and Automobiles

If there is one thing I really dislike it is the "joys" of cars. And by joys I mean maintenance. I think the reason I dislike it so much is that I know absolutely nothing about it and feel like I am always taken for a ride, even when it comes to getting my car washed. Yes, I know how ridiculous this is, but give me a shower drain to unclog any day over dealing with my car.

Wednesday I noticed a front headlight was out. Awesome. I still haven't fixed it yet. This week has been pretty trying and when I got in my car yesterday to drive home, the tears just came. The last thing I wanted to deal with was getting a new headlight. So, I call my mom and complain to her. I tell her I wish I had a boy to do this stuff for me. Her response, "Most boys won't be able to change the headlight either." It made me laugh. She also suggested I call up the guy from the Honda dealership who I had told her about last week when I took my Dad's car for an oil change. This guy was pretty friendly. I have never had a service associate give me an update on an oil change while I was waiting in the waiting room or walk me to the cashier, stand there and wait for me to pay, and walk me to my car. I think I would feel like I would be taking advantage of him if I called him up about this light problem.

I called and complained to my dad too. He said to go to the auto parts store and buy a light bulb and do it myself. And the thought of this makes me want to throw up. He said there might even be some guy there who would help me install it. And instantly I remembered when I bought new windshield wipers a few years ago. I went to an auto parts store. A lady helped me pick out the right ones. Then I asked the lady how to install them. You know what she did? She installed them for me and I felt like a giant loser.

At some point this weekend I will go to an auto part store and buy a light bulb. If I am unable to install it myself I will just keep it in my car until I can find someone who can help me. And if I get pulled over? I will ask the cop for help.

P.S. My preferred method of transportation would be planes and trains. If only I lived in a city AND country where this was a more viable option.


Blossom said...

I'd love to have a personal helicopter or something. Then someone else would worry about the maintenance!

Erin said...

You can do it! I've installed a light in my old volvo! You know how high maintenance and ridiculous I am...I KNOW you can do it!

esther said...

You can do it! Same here, managed with a Volvo. Cut my finger while at it, but I conquered the darn thing!