Ever wonder what type of car a fellow blogger drives? No? Well I do. I often think, hmmm maybe they drive a Beamer? or a V-Dub? or a Toyota? or a Lambo? Anyway, I think you all should do a post on your car. It'd be nice to know what you drive. Just sayin.
Since I definitely know you all have been wondering about the car I drive, I'd thought I'd share the pics of my fine lady.
via google images
It's a hellofa car for a hellofa girl. That girl also happens to be a hellofa teacher and have a hellofan imagination. And Aston Martins aren't for girls who have not yet earned a Master's Degree and have 5 years teaching experience. I'm also now coming to the conclusion that they may not be for teachers who have 6 years of experience and a Master's degree. I may have to wait for my 7th year of teaching. That's when, I've been told, the money starts to grow on trees.
So, when I'm not using my imagination I drive this:
She sparkles, she shines, she's fast, and she gets good gas mileage. I know, right? She's better than the Martin. She's a freaking wagon. VOLKS-wagon, that is.
However, lately when I pull up to any garage where I can get my oil changed, car inspected, tune-up, etc., I get looks. I'm darn sure those looks aren't because the LG is in the driver's seat blasting Romanian gypsy music and singing with his eyes closed. Nope.
It's because no one can fix/tune up/inspect a freaking volkswagon without there being some sort of issue. So much so, I feel like the parts to my car are so rare and expensive that I really should rename my car from VW to AFM. Aston Freaking Martin.
"Hi, I'd like an oil cha--"
"Oh, sorry ma'm** we don't do V-Dub's here."
"Hi, I'd like to get my car inspect--"
"Yeah, we do every other car, except Volkswagons."
"Hi, I'd like to get new brake pads for--"
"Yeah, only you're missing something right there and we don't carry that piece and if you go to the VW garage, they might tell you it's discontinued. And then you might have to buy all new pieces and it might get very expensive."
I could go to the VW garage, but their service is shitty, expensive and remember? I'm a 5th year teacher, who has not yet received a Master's Degree. And in the words of the ever so wise, LG, money is "tight like a man's anus." So I've become friendly with Meineke and Jiffy Lube.
Lately, if you see me cruisin' around with some overdue inspection stickers on my little V-Dub, please note that it's not my fault that I couldn't get around to it. And it's certainly not my fault that after I finally made it to get it inspected, even if it was a few weeks overdue, they didn't even dare put their hands on my luxury vehicle.
I'm longing for the day I get pulled over for overdue stickers so that I can tell all of this to an officer. Actually, I might just pull up this post on my Blackberry and make him read it.
** Umm, what is with 18 year olds calling me ma'am like I'm a middle aged woman with a mini van, wrinkles, saggy boobies, gray hair, a hubby who plays golf and 3 screaming kids in the back seat? I'm not even old enough to be their mother!
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