The weirdest part of the night was that... Wait! I take that back. There were two weird parts. The first one: I wasn't going crazy being around Kayla (she's Wendy's granddaughter, 8 years old). I don't know why I didn't go super rude or just feel like pulling my hair out. Don't get me wrong, I wasn't happy about spending time with a kid, but she wasn't that super bad.
Perhaps, I was just in a really good mood. Or maybe I knew it would only be one night (for a few hours). Or even maybe it was because I haven't been around people, in general, that much that is didn't bother me. Well, whatever the reason, I wasn't ready to scream by the end of the night.
The other weird part: I told you about the car that Dad offered. I told Mom either tonight or last night (I don't remember now -- as I'm writing this) about Dad's car offer. She brought up that when Erich drove over to Mom's house recently, he had to hold the driver's side door shut. We aren't talking holding on to it for upright lumbar support here. We are talking the-door-doesn't-stay-closed. I asked Mom why Erich had to do that. She said that Dad had removed the locking mechanism and now the door doesn't stay closed. She also said that Erich had a hard time shutting the door after driving.
I brought that up to Dad while we were waiting in line to see the Gardens, and he claims that he only took out the locking mechanism and that has nothing to do with the latch on the door and it being able to shut and stay closed. I argued with Dad. We all know that you don't want to argue with Dad when he thinks he knows more about something than you do. But he was being obnoxious. He wouldn't even listen to the report on the door that I had received. He just kept saying that he didn't do anything to the latch. That's besides the fucking point! It doesn't matter if he actually touched it or not, the door didn't stay shut when Erich drove to Mom's. He wouldn't even hear me!
Sorry. I really hadn't prepared to rant in this entry, but too late to turn back now. I know that if I take the car, I can't leave it in this neighborhood. My Looks-As-Shitty-As-Hell car got robbed, so I can't imagine what would happen with a car that NEVER locks! Someone might actually think the car is of some value and steal it. There would be nothing I could do to prevent it.
Mom was surprised Dad didn't even try getting a different door at a junkyard. Christ! Dad's suggested that to me for every little minor thing wrong with my car. Why the hell can't he take his own advice?!
Alright. Alright. I'm done ranting. I just am left with a giant question mark hanging over my head about the car situation.
Carisa