On the way to my internship on Tuesday,
I had car troubles. I knew after a few
minutes that I wouldn't make it all the
way to the agency in downtown Bangor.
I decided to stop at Burger King, one
of my two jobs. My left front wheel
barring was rubbing on the inside of the
wheel.
I found out today when I picked up
my car that I was very luck. The only
thing holding my wheel onto the car was
a small nut. This means that my wheel could
have fallen off on my way to Bangor and
I would have ended up in the ditch on the
side of the road, while my wheel would
have been flying in the opposite direction.
I got to BK and thought how wonderful it
was that I was having such great luck,
especially since I didn't have nearly
enough money to get my car fixed.
I called my brother, asking if I could
borrow some money from him. He decided
not to let me borrow any, even though
he has plenty, and just recently made
a ridiculous purchase: a leather coat.
So he can afford the expensive clothing,
but he can't bother to help out his
poor sister when her car has problems.
What an ass he is! A miser of a brother!
Now my precious '87 Dodge Omni is
fixed and is so quiet that it almost
sounds like it's new.
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