Wreck of the Day

Ok, as promised I am back to edit this post...and as a special treat, I'll have another post for today, as well!

When I was just 21, I managed to save and save to buy my own brand new car. I was so proud that day. Without the help of my parents, I spoke, bartered and held my ground with the salesman until he agreed on a price. Then proceeded to paperwork, making all the right decisions about extended warrentees, theft protection and scotch gard (I only got the theft protection). There wasn't a better feeling at the time, than driving my very own, brand new car home and not even having payments on it.

I really gained a lot from that experience. No amount of bullying or "we'll throw this in" made me budge. I learned to research the car before looking at it. I went through consumer reports and owner ratings. I also looked at market value vs. mark ups on the lot. I kind of feel like it was a little test for me. At such a delicate age, I was able to show the world what I was made of. And boy was that salesman surprised at the 'little girl' that sat before him. I remember how he couldn't help but smile every time I rejected his new offer. And how he walked back to his boss, head hanging to try again and again. It was my first real world experience and I passed my test with flying colors.

That beautiful little black Toyota Corolla is now sitting at an impound lot, waiting to be hauled to a wrecking yard. On late Sunday night it was hit, while parked in front of our house. Thankfully no one was hurt, but I can't help but be a little bit sad about the loss of my car...my first real triumph. That makes me laugh. I can't help but think this pregnancy is making me more sentimental and emotional.

Today's music is from Anna Nalick's Wreck of the Day:

Driving away from the wreck of the day
And it's finally quiet in my head
Driving alone, I'm finally on my way home
To the comfort of my bed.