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See that picture on the left?! It's going to be there, for a LONG time!

I'm so ticked, I can see red.

Let me give you all some advice. When you've finally decided to buy a car, shop around. Look at what you want, do research on the internet, test drive it, kick the tires, even ask yourself "Does this colour go good with my green slacks?"

Then, after you know what you want. DON'T BUY IT. DO NOT BUY THE CAR OF YOUR DREAMS. EVER. Because, when you do, you will hate every idiot on the face of the planet. Every other person who's got a set of car keys will be your enemy. All the buggers who's brain disconnects from their limbs will suddenly pop out of the woodwork, seemingly ALWAYS parking beside you.

I'm not going to say that I'm the best driver out there. However, with my current GTI, I've been extremely careful. So much so I will walk the extra 3-4 minutes to an entrance if I have to park too near of cars. People who know me know I'm not a "car guy", but they also know I rave about my GTI like it was my own son.

So how is it that I can get HUGE motherfreaking scratches on BOTH sides of the cars, at the rear wheel wells. I've been so careful with this car, it's anal. And these aren't small scratches either. AAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGG.

If I had hit something while backing up, I'd owe up to it. But I haven't. I know I haven't! Unless I'm going deaf, not ONCE have I heard myself scratch a damn thing, not even a freaking tree shrub.

What's worse are the people who mock me, sarcastically sympathetic, goading me on. "Just because the front can turn, doesn't mean you have enough room for the back." I tell you what buddy, bend over, and I'll show you what you don't have enough room for. Did that scratch????

And the kicker is that I haven't even had my car for a whole forking year. This is rediculous. I'm gonna hurt somebody. I really am.

That's it. I'm done. Sick and tired of this crap. I'm putting in an ultra sensitive alarm with remote beeper. I'm going to carry a baseball bat wherever I go. Next person who triggers my alarm, gets it. It's a promise.

....too upset to have a tagline.



posted by losir at 7:03 PM