To my POS car,
Why are you the way you are? I’m at the point in my life where every time I call my dad, the first thing he says to me is, “What’s wrong with your car now?”. And oh there is so much wrong with you.
We can start with the constant presence of your check engine light. Constant. Presence. Then there’s that weird noise you make when I brake sometimes. You know, that low growl like you don’t like how I drive (which is a ridiculous accusation).
Let’s move on to the radio that constantly resets which forces me to carry my portable speaker with me at all times in order to have music to drown out those weird noises. Then there’s the cup holders that can’t fit tall cups, the windshield wipers that leave streaks and that awkward vibrating that comes from the back seat from some bent plastic panel.
You’re also a very small car. So the gas station is a weekly destination to fill your small gas tank. There’s the constant confusion from friends as to how to get into your back seat with only two doors. With that small size comes the fear of getting T-boned when backing out because the big truck parked next to you is blocking my view.
All in all, you are a POS and I cannot wait to replace you once you have finally run your course.