Kaonashi Ga Suki

(Moved up to today in case people missed it yesterday.)

Ya’ll aren’t going to believe this.

Remember last month, when I told you all that I got rid of my POS car and finally got a nice, brand new one? Remember how I described my old car as a money sucking pit of hell, and that every two months something new would break? Read this to refresh your memories.

Well, what I didn’t get to tell you guys last time was that I had traded in the POS for 250$. I wish I could have gotten more but at the same time wasn’t too surprised. The thing had 98,000 miles on it. The A/C didn’t work. The gas tank didn’t work properly. It needed an oxygen sensor. The water pump was cracked and coolant was leaking like crazy. The color was getting dull. There was a dent on the right side as a result of it rubbing up against another car (ok, that last part was my fault *sheepish grin*). In other words, there seemed to be no hope for this car but to be sold as scrap metal.

Not quite.

A few days ago my boyfriend gets a call at work from his cell phone. Strangely, a woman was asking for me. It turned out that this woman had bought my old car!

She had gotten my information from the AAMCO warranty book I had left in the glove box (when we replaced the transmission, we got a warranty for it).

Not just anywhere, my friends.

At a police auction.

Yes!

The very same hellhole where my naive parents had originally purchased it for me.

It gets better.

Apparently, the people at the police auction gave the car a massive makeover and was almost good as new. The woman admitted that there were still a couple of things to be fixed up by the time she bought it, but she maintained that she LOVES the car.

My boyfriend couldn’t believe his ears. This could NOT be the same car, the one that had drained us of so much time and money. The one that gave me so much grief for two years.

Here’s the best part.

You wanna know how much my parents bought the car originally?

$5000.

At the time the car already had 82,000 miles on it.

Yeah, I know. We’re stupid. We didn’t know any better.

But you wanna know how much this woman bought the car for? With 98,000 miles on it?

$5000.

I. Was. Blown. Away.

Why? Why? Why would anyone spend that much money on an old, kinda beat up car with so much mileage on it?

I know this sounds mean, but I couldn’t help thinking: Wow, there is actually someone out there more naive than my parents. I feel much better now.

To be fair, part of that price comes from the 1,000$ power train warranty she purchased along with the car. That should have been the warranty my parents should have gotten years ago when we first got the car, but nooooo. We didn’t have ANY warranty on it.

So, with the car now being so perfect and all, why did the woman call in the first place?

She admitted that there was still something strange with the car. It would lurch every now and then.

Ah, that’s because it needs new oxygen sensors, my boyfriend said.

“Oxygen sensors! Of course!” she exclaimed, overjoyed at finding the last piece to the puzzle. She thanked my boyfriend for talking with her and told him that she’d call again to update us on the status of the car.

Let her enjoy her new car. It’ll be fine for these next couple of months. But let’s see if she’ll still be gushing over it once it begins to fall apart again.