The Lemon

I heard an all too familiar sound today on my way to work.

DING!

Oh no... it couldn't be...
It was. My car letting me know that something ELSE is wrong.

DING! Your tire light is on!
DING! Your "self-leveling" car is NOT LEVEL. AGAIN.

What does a girl have to do to fix her car?
After the flat tire debacle 0f two weeks ago, I had to buy a whole new tire (bye bye ALL of the money I've made in my new job so far) and pay for the labor. (Not to mention the labor I already paid to have my spare put on by the towing company because my crappy Jack broke in the process of changing the tire-- another expense I will undoubtedly have to pay). SWEET. I will say, however, that the service at D&D Tires on Vermont Street (in Lawrence, KS) was amazing. Two thumbs up. Pat really hooked me up... I came in on a Monday evening, and my tire was ordered, came in, and installed on my car by 1:00 the next day so I could drive home to St. Louis shortly thereafter. Quite impressive, I must say.

You might be thinking that there is no reason that I should be whining this much about a flat tire. Let me tell you, that flat tire is the needle in the haystack of the plethora of problems that my dear old automobile has burdened me with.

My amazing father (aka Deaner "There's Nothing I Can't Do" Wolfe) made me an appointment at the repair shop in St. Louis for the morning after I got home for Thanksgiving break. He took my car in at 8AM (I love you parents) to have all of its "kinks" ironed out. I would list here all of the things that were wrong with it and had to be replaced/repaired, but a) I don't really speak Car, and b) there are too many to begin listing without going over the single-post character limit.

You would think that over $1700 would be sure to get those "kinks" "ironed out." I mean, for that pretty penny, I don't just want them ironed-out. I want them pressed, starched and gold-plated for crying out loud. But what do I get only a mere 5 days later?

DING!