i love my wife ....
Scribing at 10:10 a.m. on 2004-11-16
... seriously. i do. but see .. we have this point of contention thing.
our cars.
because i love my wife, and do not want her to perish in a fiery wreck, i was forced to take her car yesterday to a tire place and have two of her tires replaced. my wife's car and i don't like each other. my wife has done everything in her power to foment this dissention, and she undoubtedly hopes it will never end. (chances are VERY slim it ever will. no, scratch that. it just .. never will.)whichever one of the olsen twins who has that eating disorder has a better chance of gaining 550 lbs than i have of every liking my wife's car.
it's a nice car, don't get me wrong. it's a monster on the road (when it's running right) and fights you every moment that you feel compelled to do things like stop at red lights, etc. it WANTS to be tearing up the road. on this point, the car and i agree. HOWEVER .. if you're a guy like me, you understand that cars have their own personalities. this car doesn't care for me, and the feeling is mutual.
this car and i sneer at each other. it's more than plain.
now, let me just take a moment to mention something that i find an incredibly salient point. my car is MY car. it's adjusted to the maniacle way i drive. it's comfortable; the seats are cushy; and it's definitely not the kind of car that you feel is inviting you in for invasive surgery. i spend a lot of time in my car, and it's a bit on the messy side. (hearing my wife snort hysterically in the background and ignoring that)
i bought the car used (it was a program car) and it has a little dent in the side. the car is messy, and a little banged up, kinda like me. we suit each other quite well. it also cost a breathtaking amount less than her little ride.
my wife's car, on the other hand, was new when she got it lo those many moons ago. practically untouched by human hands, it was a pristine beast that growled and purred and sat shiny in the driveway, smirking at my battered and beleaguered transportational craft. about a month after it's arrival, my wife's car caused the first and largest argument between us we have ever (and have ever, to this day) had.
the car, i think, enjoyed this. it was already jockeying for position in my wife's heart; and my wife, naievly, fell for it hook, line and sinker.
i would like to take a moment to mention that my wife's spoiled, pampered, ridiculously coddled car has already broken down or had some form of automotive distress (exploding tires, internal damage, etc) over three times already. my battered, messy, cranked up little jalopy has had exactly ... none.
it's older, cheaper, and a general affront to the populace, but i have NEVER had ANY trouble with this car. it starts up happily every night, and if it were a dog, it's tail would wag when i stepped off the porch to get in it. her car is one of those little punk purebred dogs that get sick and lay around on a pillow a lot, and don't like to get it's paws dirty.
anyway.
i had a doc's appt yesterday that came, alas, before my appt to get the new tires put on her car. one of her tires had exploded in a smoking mass on the freeway the other night, and has sported a suicide tire since; waiting for it's new tires to come in from the shop in detroit. this has given me more sneering opportunities, albeit they have been private and unspoken; and yesterday, because i love my wife, as i mentioned, and do not want her to die in a fiery wreck, i let her take MY car, my good little car, to work/class while i took the Beast Who's Name Shall Not Be Uttered.
the entire way to the doc's appt (which i had to eschew the freeway to get to, and take surface roads, so the rest of the tires would not explode and leave me stranded somewhere - especially the other affected tire which sported a bulge that reminded me of a coked-up chihuahua's eyeballs) i wrestled with the Beast the entire way; practically holding my breath every time i crossed a railroad track or hit (god forbid) a bump.
i love my wife.
her car, on the other hand, is another matter altogether.
