Dad’s are awesome. I just want to make that clear. I’ve been having an issue with my car for the last month or so, namely, someone sideswiped my car one night (while I was absent) and annihilated my side view mirror. This was on the tail end of June, and my state inspection for my car was due in July. You can imagine the frustration and anger this caused. Of course people don’t take responsility for their actions when they think or know they can get away with misdeeds, so I filed a completely worthless police report and called my insurance. Fast forward 4 or 5 weeks later and my dad comes up about 90 minutes/2 hours depending on traffic from Newport News to help me replace the mirror with one he found at a Pick ‘n’ Pull. Basically an auto mobile junk yard where you pay a little bit of money to go in and snag whatever you can carry. The mirror he got was too big to fit where the old one was, but we tried prying out the glass itself from the whole mirror. Bad move. It cracked all to hell, and we were back where we started.
My inspection was due yesterday so you can imagine the frustration I’m feeling at this point as we’re going over our options, and I’ve got to hurry up and get ready for work. My dad also drove 90 miles to help me out only for naught. That burned. So I head to work bummed out about my mirror still being…not there. It’s a busy as shit Saturday at Costco, as you’d expect, when my dad shows up surprisingly (he called but I couldn’t answer on the clock), and tells me he found another mirror and he can replace it. I just have to give him my keys. So I do, come out a little bit later on my break and he’s all done, everything is fixed and good to go. I was incredibly happy and relieved. My other options were finding out how much it’d cost to get an auto shop to replace the mirror (which would take time and money I don’t have) and/or get an inspection just to get a rejection sticker, to buy me some time until I can get a mirror in place. I didn’t like either of these options. But, seeing my depressed/frustrated state, my Dad went the extra mile today and came through for me, just to make me smile was worth it for him he said (in his way). And now I feel better about my damn car and can get it inspected Monday or Thursday when I’m off and not be stressed out about this shit anymore.
Now I just have to get back in the habit of using my driver side mirror.
I love you Dad, thanks. You da man.
One Love.
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