So this time, my car has broken down twice. The first time, it was a starter malfunction. I eventually got it fixed for minimal cost. But then a week later, the back right wheel locked up after I left work. For about half a block, my car made a really loud screeching sound and when I pulled it over, I couldn't figure out where the noise was coming from. Finally, I ended up pulling it up into a shopping center, where two sheriffs were sitting. One of them told me that the back right wheel wasn't moving. They then told me to leave the car in the parking space and that they wouldn't have it towed. I told them it might be about a week before I could come by and pick it up. The one sheriff told me that it was okay for me to just leave it there, and that they've been patrolling that area for a few weeks.
Now here's where the problem lies.
A few days ago, I was finally able to check to see if the car was still sitting where it was originally. It wasn't. Which leads me to believe that it's been towed. There's no way it got stolen, because the racket the car made would have given the thief away.
If that wasn't bad enough, the car is still messed up, so I would have to pay money I don't have to get the car out and then try to fix it (I'm working on very limited money right now, and I'm not even sure how long the car's been there, but I would bet it'd be hundreds of dollars to get it back). Really, all this has taught me is to not take law enforcement at their word. You'd think I'd have learned after the time I was given a speeding ticket by a racist cop.
If that wasn't bad enough, I got a letter today saying that my license will be suspended starting next month because supposedly I didn't have insurance last month (coulda fooled me, since I went in there on the first of last month and paid it). And since I don't have a phone, any way I can find to send proof of insurance will probably take enough time to where my license will be suspended anyway.
My friend has also gotten sick of taking me back and forth to work. I live about 10 miles from where my workplace is; he lives about 9 1/2 miles from me. So now I have to go through all this rigmarole with catching a bus (from where I am, I can't even catch the bus down there), or just transferring to the worst store in the district. I was gonna wait to get my income tax check, to try to get another car, but I'm quite sure that it'll end up being taken like last year, and so will my mom's.
I just don't know what to do right now. Times like this remind me of why I can't stand law enforcement. So far, the only good thing to happen this month at all is that we get to keep our apartment, since we were almost in danger of being evicted again. But after talking to the landlord about it, he completely understood, so that's a huge weight off me.
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I don't trust anyone because I'm cynical.
I'm cynical because I don't trust anyone.