by Warren » Oct 26, 2001 @ 11:36pm
Guess what freakin' happened today? My mom took my car to a VW dealer in Worcestor today, to get the check engine light checked out. The airbag light was on too. She took it there to get an oil change, antifreeze flush and fill, gas cap repaired, tired rotated, and a few minor things. We expected it to be around $200 at most. Well, guess why the check engine light was on? The fuel pump needed to be replaced. The oxygen sensor needed to be replaced. The THROTTLE BODY needed to be replaced! And the airbag springs needed to be replaced!!! Anyway, at the end, it came out to $1,300!!!! Yes, that's $ONE THREE ZERO ZERO!! Kiss off my sound system for a few months. My dad went crazy screaming his head off at me, yet I don't know why, because how am I responcible for the repairs needed? My mom was confused on that too. My dad said, "Guess what you're going to do!! Pay for this f*cking sh*t!! It's YOUR fault we had to pay f*cking $1,300!! And you're going to f*cking learn f*cking responcibility! Oh god f*ck!! We're going to be f*cking poor because of f*cking you!! We're totally f*cked!!" I quote him exactly on that. He went a little crazy. We're not gonna be poor from this, DUH! My mom kept telling him that we can easily afford, but does he listen? Of course not. He said that all kids pay for the repairs on their cars, yet I don't know ANYONE who has, or even ANYONE who even paid for their car, except me. The thing that REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY REALLY pisses me off is that he refers to my car as HIS!! He always says "my car", not "Warren's car". He even took the keys to MY car, and put both of them (one's a spare) on HIS key chain. I was REAL pissed at that! My dad breaks EVERYTHING and I mean EVERYTHING he touches, so I hate it when he drives my car, which is everyday now. He got a rock punctured into a tire by spinning the wheels (I yelled at him for that, and he responded by saying that it's his car and he can do whatever he wants with it). And just today, he broke off a piece of the dashboard; I don't know how though, he was playing with it, and broke it off. I yelled at him for that, and his said it broke on it's own (sure, I SAW HIM DO IT!!). I freakin' can't wait 'til I get to drive it myself, so I can have the authority to not allow him to drive it and screw it up.