When I first bought my car, I named her Aaliyah. I wasn’t all that superstitious. Then after my first accident, I renamed her Makayla. That did not ward off any of the unluckiness.
There was the second one. None of these were my fault.
Then this morning…I was on my merry way, then I see out the corner of my eye several cars swerving in lanes 3 and 4, while I was in lane 1.
As I focus on avoiding the collision, I hit something…a fuckin’ ladder was in the fast lane.
WTF…what kind of dipshit loses his ladder on the damn freeway? OMG…Upon hearing the news, my sis gasped…the car is bad luck.
The very day I was driving back home there was a huge wildfire that created a wall of smoke, engulfing the freeway. We all stopped.
I slowly crossed the opaque air, praying nobody was behind it. I freaked the fuck out. Whew, we all made it cross safely.
This was when I just purchased the car!True, I traverse daily on one of the most accident-prone freeways of the area. Three accidents in 4 years.
With this frequency, where do I pin the blame? Now, I’m looking up certified pre-owned cars.
How would I know none of those are also cursed?!I doubt the car will be repaired before I leave vacation. My stress level is way UP. On the way home, there was some serious scraping.
There’s no way my car can wait until Friday to get it fixed. I was so freaked out on the freeway. Called up Geico to update them.
I was crushed to watch my beautiful car being hoisted up onto a flat bed tow truck…