I'm cutting the cord.
I'm selling Precocious Daughter's car.
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Cute li'l guy. |
She moved to the Big Apple two and a half years ago - sans car, of course. No one drives in New York outside of a Seinfeld episode. But all that time I've kept her little zipmobile so that she had a vehicle to use when she came home to visit. And, to a lesser extent, just in the case the Big Apple chewed her up and spit her out and she wanted/needed to come home.
Not that I would ever tell her that. Over the past 25 years I've done my best to shield her from her mother's worst neuroses. With mixed results, but hey, I tried.
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If you know, you know. |
But finally I'm convinced that she is home, and home is not here in Texas. And I'm tired of paying for insurance, registration, maintenance, tires, etc. on a vehicle that gets driven once a week, and then only because I don't want it to sit in the garage and calcify.
So I'm selling it. And it's actually working out well, because I have a co-worker who is looking for an inexpensive, reliable used car for his daughter. I'm giving him a good price, because I'm not looking to profit. In the past I've been the beneficiary of used cars from good, kind people who genuinely wanted to help me when I needed it. I'm happy to pay that forward.
When the sale goes through, I'll have a little money in my pocket, and PDaughter will have a little money in her pocket, and I'll only have one car to worry about again.
I'll be a one-car family, and a family of one.
Other than Tacocat, of course.
Which gives me the opportunity to end with this gif:
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