I never think about how great I have it until something goes wrong. You see, my husband has a habit of collecting lemons… and not the citrus kind.
Even writing this now, that phrase sounds so familiar that I’m pretty sure I’ve written about my husband’s love for buying used cars. Oh, he’s no auto aficionado.
On his fourth car (which carried a rollover balance with four digits from the third), the check engine light came on. Come to find out that he hadn’t changed the oil in a year!
Why? Why?! WHY???
My dear husband didn’t want to spend the forty dollars or so three times a year for regular oil changes; opting instead of a two grand bill that we grudgingly faced this week.
Today he brought the car for its smog check and it passed.
Today my check engine light came on and I sit in fear at the local garage awaiting a bill.