Some of you have heard the Linda Ronstadt version of it, but she doesn’t have that plaintive WTF that you need for it.
So on top of the plumbing issues ($500 and counting — wait till the spring when we have to dig up the whole line and patch it), the hot water heater (either $600 for a new one installed and high electric bills and we have some of the highest rates in the country, or $1200 for a new tank or over 2k for a tankless system), we now have my beloved Thelma on her last legs.
Thelma is a blue PT Cruiser I bought right after ICE BLUE was written. We don’t buy expensive cars and never have, and I’ve always bought my cars outright. Life Has Changed.
I love Thelma with a passion. But a few months ago we were considering whether the repair bills were now surpassing what a car payment would be. We dropped that notion as we drew our belts even tighter, but fate or God has a way of laughing at you while you’re making other plans. We took Thelma in because her fucking air bag light was on. (A few years ago a town truck backed into me, I was considered at fault (even though he was moving and I wasn’t) and we supposedly got the car repaired. Apparently there was still a crack and some damage, the front part split and we’ve been holding it on with duct tape (I’m not kidding). So I asked for a quote on that too.
Turns out the airbag light has to do with the front piece, and various sensors, and the air bag could deploy at random (I checked on the internet because I didn’t necessarily trust them and yup, it can). And it’s going to cost $2000 which we don’t have and Thelma has 92k miles on her. And on such a wounded baby they’ll give us only $1,000 toward a new or used car.
We’re feeling pretty blind-sided. I mean, what the fuck? Beating my head against a wall until it bleeds won’t do any good.
I love Thelma. I hadn’t seriously thought about giving her up. But I’m feeling like she betrayed me.
Unfortunately any car I can afford feels like a piece of shit, not something I could really love.
So … I’m looking at used cars for sale, checking the rate I was offered (I think it was 2%) and what kind of payments we could reasonably afford. We’ll also call our insurance company and see what kind of redress is possible.
And they can’t fix it for three weeks (delays in getting parts due to the holidays) and we can’t drive it so we need to rent another car for the duration and there’s more money and the wall is getting dented and covered with blood as I bang my head …
We don’t know what to do at this point. I guess these are issues everyone face, but we haven’t faced them since we were young and could borrow from parents in a plumbing emergency. There’s no one to turn to at this point.
In fact, at this point I’m so upset that I’m not gonna talk anymore. I’m just going to cry.