I haven’t posted in a very…very long time. But, I also moved and no longer have internet anymore, so get off my back 
haha.
Anyways…
So Much For Holiday Spirit
In a small city, small enough to where most people know everyone else, but not big enough to have a trolley or a decent taxi system, you’d expect a little more. Let me tell you about my unfortunate events that led up to this particular blog.
Week one. I’m getting ready to leave work, Sarah and I are walking out to the parking lot, like any other day, getting ready to take her home, we get in the car…and no luck starting it. So, we take the first step of getting it started, opened the hood, and saw that my battery was completely covered in acid. My mom, being the clever woman she is, grabbed a can of coke, and poured it on the acid (and to think people actually drink that!). Still didn’t start…so we jump it. We trot down to Les Schwabb and end up having to get a new battery.
Week two, my car breaks down right in front of my client’s house. We try and try and try to get it going, but no such luck. I still don’t know exactly what happened here, but its fixed, now.
Week three, car is fine again, but five minutes after I get on the freeway, my heater stops working? Keep in mind that its winter and when you’re heater isn’t on, your windows fog. So…my windows start fogging super bad and I literally have to pull over on the freeway and wait for them to defog…and drive the rest of the thirty minutes home with a window down, so they didn’t fog again. Heater and air conditioner no longer work. Still don’t.
Week four. I trot downstairs to start my car to get it warmed up before I had to leave for work. I get down there…and it just turns over and over and over, but never starts. So, I did the logical thing and called Matthew down to jump it with his car. No luck? Well, shit. Call in to work and then get my stepdad over to have a look. New fuel filter, go figure.
Week five! Oh goodness. How often is it that someone’s clutch AND transmission go out…in the same day!? What the fuck, right?
So, I was officially out of luck when it came to a car, cause the last one was one thing I definitely couldn’t get fixed. Unless you have about $1000 laying around you’d like to lend me? Didn’t think so. So, the next two weeks were spent finding rides everywhere and sharing Matthew’s car. Keep in mind that we both have two jobs, two of which each of us has to drive thirty minutes to. So a) getting rides…during the winter…isn’t exactly anyone’s cup of tea and b) sharing a car with that much driving takes a shit ton of gas and back and forth action.
Oh, what’s that grandpa? You’ve had an extra car laying around this whole time that I could have been using? Fancy that. I’ve never driven anything older than a 2000…its a 1985 Ford Tempo…oh Jesus. Well, at least its getting me from point a to point b.
So, the point of this blog. During the two weeks I had to find rides everywhere and had to share Matthew’s car…one time, absolutely no one in my phone would give me a ride…and this was the close job, that wasn’t thirty minutes away. This was also the day of the first snow storm of the season. So…like, five inches on the ground and it was still coming down? I walked my happy ass TWO HOURS to work. Its a fifteen minute drive and I was walking…in the snow. Ugh.
So, about holiday spirit? During my tour hour walk, no one person offered me a ride. Not that I would have taken a ride from some random person anyways, but still. Its supposed to be Christmas, so where’s the spirit? I would have at least offered. Not one person. None.
I think Christmas spirit is a joke.
