The Benefit of a Broken Car

About a week ago the frat had their sleepover weekend. It’s a really fun time for all of us just to hang out together and relax, and it isn’t nearly as gay as the word “sleepover” would suggest. We ended staying up all night on Saturday and I discovered that I still rock the shit when it comes to SUPER MARIO BROS. 3 (I had to choose between that or a girlfriend in high school and I stand by my choice). By the way I would just like to state right now that none of you have lived until you’ve seen Jake play guitar and Andy sing along to lyrics he’s making up off the top of his head. Usually about his adventures working at a pizza place, or, even better, about Jake’s misadventures at love.
Anyways I ended up not leaving Jaz’s place until about six in the morning and had quite an unpleasant surprise waiting for me. Something happened to my driver’s door side view mirror. It was broken off, I don’t know if someone sideswiped me or just knocked it off with their hands because the rest of my car was fine. Believe it or not, they did not leave a note with contact information, which means the cost to fix it falls on me. $246 in case you were wondering. I drove home both pissed off and discovering that I used my side view mirror more often than I thought.
My Mom was nice enough to ask, “Are you sure you weren’t driving when you weren’t completely in control of yourself?” I.E. “Did you drive drunk?” And while I can’t completely blame her for asking it still kind of annoyed me.
Anyways, the new mirror has been ordered but still hasn’t come in yet, so it was still missing last Saturday when I bartended at The Rave. There’s no employee parking at The Rave so you have just park on the street. I don’t know if you know where The Rave is but it’s not exactly the best part of town. I finally found an open spot on a side street next to a factory that was very poorly lit. I thought that maybe this wasn’t the best place to park my car. Then I looked at it.
Broken off side view mirror, HUGE crack in the windshield, two missing hubcaps, and nice paint smudge from every time I had trouble parking my car in my garage in Milwaukee. No one’s touching that thing. If anything I think carjackers might actually slip a twenty under my windshield wiper, it really looks pretty sad on the outside. On the inside, I must say that the car runs great and have had no problems with it whatsoever. So while it does suck that I have to replace my mirror it is nice to have car that’s basically theft repellent.