I’ll let it tell its own story.  Prologue goes like this: my son took his girlfriend to the movies.  Son and car returned at 10:30 pm.

I probably shouldn’t have joked with another lady in the waiting room (after we both noticed the ‘shock’ poster) that ‘knock on wood – I’ve NEVER had to buy those!’ 

Man announced (as I was now 2 hours late to work) “Your back shocks are dead – they are not doing a thing”. 

Super.

Duper.

Not today buddy.  Today I have spent 3/4 of my paycheck on these flipping tires.

Had to giggle when the salesman told me they would last 50,000 miles. I wanted to say that was probably longer than my car would last.  But didn’t.  It wasn’t that festive of an occasion and I was afraid my jesting would come out bitter.

I am totally, utterly, completely car cursed.

But!  I am VERY blessed when it comes to my son coming out of them unscathed (twice now)

And when it comes to food product vandalism (mustard vs egg yolk)

So!  I’ll count my blessings and avoid looking at, let alone counting, my bank account.