|The Ghetto Machine |
(Teh Sister photo)
|Teh Kaar in Raleigh |
(with matching visors).
Teh Dad then vowed to go junk yard shopping. Splendid. (that is sarcasm font). This shopping took place over the course of several years, it had started while I was in high school and went through almost all of my college education. Honda Civics run forever and there about 20 million different versions of a Honda Civic (no jk), so it was, apparently, a very complex ordeal to find visors for my car. He often asked me what year my car was and what color the interior was, to which I would always reply, 97, 1 year newer than your Camry, and grey, just like the Camry. He asked me this so often that I just emailed it to him, which didn't stop the question being repeated.
I came home one weekend from Raleigh, and I needed an oil change, so I asked Teh Dad to do it, no biggie. I was out with then Pirate, but now Pirate Gone Marine (PGM), and I got a call from Teh Dad. He had a surprise for me. I told PGM, this isn't good, and tried to ignore that nagging pit in my stomach.
|Please note the color of the |
visor above my head.
Extremely upset, I said I wanted the older, crappier ones back. While he understood my disappointment, he had tried to surprise me, and he did explain that he felt that solid visors, although the wrong material (vinyl) and the wrong color (tan) was better than crap falling into my eyes, which was a safety hazard (he really liked to use that one against me). Aaaannnd, because the tan visors didn't come out of a car exactly like mine, he'd had to disassemble the grey, crappy, right color, right material, visor to get the metal corner piece (I'm not a mechanic or a car person, forgive me for not knowing the technical name) to put in the tan visors so they would fit in my car.
Meaning... I was stuck with vinyl, tan, mirrorless visors unless I wanted to purchase some from the dealer or find some visors myself. STUCK WITH TAN, MIRRORLESS VISORS! I'm not super picky over appearances, but I am slightly OCD, and damn if it doesn't upset me that my car
But, I was stuck like Chuck, so I finally mustered up a frustrated, thank you for trying, and for changing my oil, you're awesome and I'm just your ungrateful heathen child to Teh Dad.
|Tan visor, WITH mirror.|
Still to this day, when someone new gets in Teh Kaar and questions the
I'm sure that when
And for good measure, all these years later, I sometime ask Teh Dad, "Hey, what year is my car and what color is the interior?" And he'll respond, "96, tan." Sometimes I really can't tell if he's using his sarcastic font or not...............