Me and my parents had almost reached a deal about me getting a car.
We had it all picked out too: Nice little used car, red, nice seats and all nice and clean.
… My grandma just called. She’s giving me her truck.
Biiiiig white truck. That I’ve never driven without hitting anything. With all of 1 extra seat. That she carries dead animals in all the time.
I know, I’m “just some completely ungrateful kid”, but ughhhh, why…?
“Look at it this way, you get to hang out with the kitty cats all week!”
Nonononono. You clearly don’t understand.
Crazy Cat Lady is a backup plan.
…Like living in a cardboard box, forever alone, unemployed for nine years backup.
Not stuck at home backup.
Whoo! Licensed driver right here. :)
I had a rather…. large guy, who barely even fit in the car and gave me a 10-minute lecture on everything I did wrong, but still.
I can drive, so it’s all good. c:
