Cars

Cars. Unfortunately, we can't live without them here in Southern California.

Whenever I think I'm going to get ahead and have some extra money to blow on important stuff, like shoes, something happens to my car. Something expensive! A few months after I got laid off, I had to take the car in for this horrid high-pitched squealing noise it made. Do you know what an Ignition Coil is? I'll tell you--it's a pricey, tiny, little thing that, when it goes bad, makes a horrid high-pitched squealing noise. A really embarrassing noise especially when you are driving a luxury car out of a high-end golf course. Thank God for dark sunglasses! Of course, they also discover that my brakes and rotors are bad. They cost even more than an ignition coil! I call my friends and try not to cry. Then I fork over the MasterCard and move on with life.

So a few months pass. I'm thinking about buying shoes again. I'm hanging out this week with a couple friends at the beach, who think there is a burning smell when we exit my car. So I make a visit to Robert and Adam--my 'first-name-basis-buddies', also known as my mechanics. I walk in the door to "Hi Maggie. How's it going?" Like we're long-lost friends. This time it's the radiator. Shockingly even more expensive than ignition coils, brakes and rotors! I think I'm going to buy shoes anyhow.