Stupid Car

Yesterday, I was in the parking lot of Great Big Stupid-Mart when I accidentally flicked the rear, driver's side window switch. I heard the window start to roll down and jumped a little thinking, "Why did I do that?"

So, I flicked the lever to roll the window back up and all I heard were some really frightening crunching sounds. Like in the movies I said, "Noooooooo . . . " all in slow mo and shit.

I sat in the Stupid-Mart parking lot thinking, "Shit, shit shit . . . " the last thing I need right now is an expensive electrical problem. I make good money, but the truth is since the divorce my checking account hasn't been brimming over with extra cash.

So, last night I got on the phone with mom and told her about my car. I got really frustrated about the car and then I started to cry.

Plain and simple, I am tired of having to take care of myself.

I know, I'm whining but deal okay - this is my blog and if you don't like it then too damn bad.

Anyway, while I'm crying mom asks, "Are you crying?"

But she asked it like Tom Hanks in a League of Their Own and I was bracing for her to yell, "There's no crying in baseball!"

But she didn't.

She did go on to tell me that there are people who have a lot less than I do and crying over a car window just really isn't worth it.

I know she was just trying to tell me that everything would be okay. And, I know it will be. After we hung up she called my dad in Honduras to tell him about me and he called me later that night.

He said, "Hey, I talked to your mom and she said you were pretty upset about your car. What happened?"

I told him the story, without crying, and he just said, "This is nothing to get upset about. Listen, you go get the estimate and tell me how much it is. I'll send you the check. I know you're an adult, but you DO have parents and we're here to help you when we can. So, go, get it fixed and let me know."

And then I really wanted to cry.

In part because my mom and dad are amazing and willing to help out my brother and I whenever we need them with no strings attached.

But, I also wanted to cry because I'm 29 and still getting money from mom and dad.