My car’s brake light flickered on and off recently – I think I told you about that one. That was fixed. Then this week, while driving home for lunch, I heard an unsettling, crunching noise from my back brakes. Awesome. Didn’t they just look at this train wreck of a car? So I took it back in this week – Wednesday – and on Thursday I found out that I needed new rear brakes. There must’ve been a screw or rod that had been rusted off and that’s what was causing the noise. The guys that had looked at my car apparently hadn’t looked looked – hadn’t looked under the tires or anything. So the main mechanic reassured me that he would look at the car himself. Oooo! He did and found out I needed the new back brakes. He fixed it all up for a price that, really, seemed reasonable. I had my car worked on years ago by another mechanic from another place and he would’ve charged me double.
My mom dropped me off last night (around 6ish) to pick up my car, and we both decided she could head on home. She left, and I picked up my car and headed home myself. After I stopped to fill up my tank, I got home to find out I had three voicemail messages. The first one was just garbled, wrong number chatter. The next two messages were more important.
My mom was almost home from dropping me off when she got into a car accident! She is fine – very, very lucky, was able to walk away with a burn on her elbow from when the airbag deployed, and her neck was a little red from the seatbelt. She had put her arm in front of her when the airbag popped out. Otherwise, who knows, it could’ve been much worse! Even more worse if she hadn’t worn her seatbelt. The other driver was okay too. My mom’s poor car will need work, it is out of commission for now.
So there is some drama that needs to be sorted out from all of that, and my mom is thinking about how much more affordable – and less frightening – it would be if she didn’t have to use a car at all anymore. We have free transportation for senior citizens out here, and she would like to use that for grocery trips and appointments with the doctor. Then of course she has me and one of my brothers. I don’t know if she’ll change her mind about the no-car issue later on, but that’s how it stands.
That’s the newest drama! I feel like, with car problems and crashes, one of us has walked under a ladder or broken a mirror somewhere down the line. Oh well. Could be much, much, much, much worse.