'Ariel'
Off-topic discussion. Wanna talk about corsets, duct tape, or physics? This is the place. Detailed discussion of any current-season TV must be whitefonted.
You guys totally jinxed me. I went for my eye appointment today, passed the air puff with flying colors, only one puff for each eye -- and then the results were screwy and she put the weird numbing drops in my eye so she could do the test the other way!
Numb eyes iz WEIRD.
Volunteers of America were quick to take my car when I was in a similar situation, shrift. And my parents had an easy time donating and old car to a public radio station.
I think we did the Salvation Army for one car and it was pretty quick, but that was quite awhile ago. I can't remember who we donated the Ford Tempo to, we tried to give it somebody (just a person who needed a car) but they wouldn't take it even though it ran fine aside from a noisy water pump. The rusty pickup truck we never really wanted we donated for a church auction.
It would be nice if the next deceased car I own was sunk for an artificial reef. I think they still do that in Florida.
The weird thing about the eye drops for the glaucoma test is when your snot comes out died the same color. I mean, I know in theory that the tear ducts connect to the sinuses, but it's another thing entirely to blow proof of it onto a Kleenex.
I have this irrational desire to replace my current car born out of pure vanity. For my age and the amount of money I make, I sometimes feel I'm driving something a teenager would have. (The teenagers around where I live, the ones around where I work drive much nicer cars than mine). The car runs perfectly (aside from the speedometer that takes the occasional day off) and it's quite fun to drive.
The only real problem is the sheer amount of road noise it lets in. However, I "fixed" this problem with a nice radio. I suppose as long as it makes absolutely no sense to replace it, I won't.
For my age and the amount of money I make, I sometimes feel I'm driving something a teenager would have.
I felt that way when I bought my Focus. All their marketing stuff was geared towards people just out of college buying their first car.
I think the fact that most of the cars of the same year, model, and style as mine are adorned with custom wheels, massive tail pipes, and silly looking wings is what really does it.
It's the opposite of hyper-serious 17-year-old me, who ignored the salesmen's spiels about speed and acceleration and sporty look, peppering them with questions about mileage, maintenance costs, and braking power instead. My car could have looked like a Ford Model T and I wouldn't have cared as long as it got the job done.