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May 23, 2007
Recently Rob’s muffler fell off his car, the car that just won’t die. We have been looking half-heartedly for a new car for him for probably a year. We keep thinking that the car isn’t going to last much longer, and yet it keeps on surprising us by lasting another month.
We bought it new about 12 years ago and with all the hellish commutes that Rob has enjoyed over the years, it has about a million miles on it.
You can’t lock the car doors because then you won’t be able to get back into the car unless you open the trunk and crawl through the drop down arm rest in the back seat. Why yes, I have had to do it before.
The speakers in the front don’t work, so when you listen to the radio (or tape deck) you have to turn it up really loud and the children in the back seat usually complain about that.
The paint job has been marred by a certain unnamed child who drew on it with rocks and another unnamed child who rode their bicycle along side the car and scratched the length with their handlebar.
I have no idea where I was going with all of this. Except to give an explanation of why someone would not immediately rush out and have their muffler fixed.
As you can imagine, not having a muffler makes his car very, VERY loud.
Now whenever we are outside and a truck drives by a neighboring street, or a motorcycle drives by the house, or even if a neighbor starts up their lawnmower, Miles runs through the front yard screaming, “Daddy’s home! Daddy’s home!”
Sometimes I feel like we should be living in a trailer park somewhere instead.
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