Recently I decided to trade my old car in and get a new
car. My old car was 10 years old and I
loved everything about her but it was getting to the point that we needed a car
with 4 doors and she was a little sports car.
Making the decision to trade her in was not an easy decision. I spent many Sunday’s visiting car lots, car
dealerships aren’t opened on Sunday’s so there are no annoying car sales men to
deal with. I spent countless hours on
line comparing cars, but when it came down to it I went with a car that I
thought looked cool and I would look cool driving.
Since my old car was 10 years old there weren’t all the fancy
widgets that are on my new car. There
are so many little things to on this car it makes my head hurt to think about
it. We spent the first two hours after
owning it going through just a few of the features, they want us to come back
for a four hour class, since when did you need to attend a class to start a
car, listen to music and figure out where you are going.
While the reality of it is that I should attend this class
the pride in me says “I’m not a stupid person I can figure this out on my own”,
but I’m pretty sure I can’t. A few weeks
ago I was driving to my hairstylist and decided to turn on the air
conditioner. All of a sudden I’m
sweating and thinking “great I’m going to need to take the car in to get the
air conditioner fixed because it’s broken”.
All of a sudden I’m thinking “why is my butt getting warmer?”. I had actually turned on the seat warmer and
not the air conditioner, I hope to never make that mistake again, there’s just
something about having hot buns on a hot day that just don’t work.
In my old car I had to actually push a button to turn on the
radio and I had no GPS system, now I just push a button and a lady comes over
the speaker system and asks me what I want.
The only problem is that she never understands what I want so I get this
lecture from her telling me I can’t ask “what can I say”. Soon after starting this process I find
myself calling her a bitch and screaming at her to phone home or change the
satellite station. Usually at this point
to get even with me she turns the radio to a station I would not normally pick or
she calls some obscure phone number. I
think the worst time with “the voice” was when I needed to go to particular
destination that I had never been before.
I started the process by say destination, she then replied what city, at
this point I’m thinking “wow she heard me” it was too soon because it went from
bad to worse. I gave the city then the
street name and number, of course since she never understands me I’m screaming
in my car, I must have made her mad because she was giving me directions for
some place four states away. I kept on
screaming at her that it was the wrong location. At this point she got frustrated with me and
turned on a sports station and cancelled my trip. Since when did our cars dictate our
destination and what we are going to listen to? I’m thinking about changing her voice to my
mom’s because at least when I’m getting yelled at it should be someone that I
know and love.
Gotta love a new car!
