Rachel's car here. Red Raider is my name and commuting is my game.
I feel like I need someone to talk to. Do you fellow cars ever feel like your owner is so completely spazzy that it's almost too much to handle?
Yeah, that's been my experience the past week. Listen to all this:
Firstly, on Sunday morning Rachel was backing out of Kim's driveway and I was loaded down with passengers. They were all going to breakfast and she offered to drive since I happened to be blocking everyone else in with my beautiful rear end. Well, she got me to the end of the driveway and wooooooosh...she backed me right into the deep snow near the giant ditch. And I was stuck! Oh, the agony of spinning wheels!
It took my buddy the mini van, a tow cable, lots of kitty litter and three people pushing to rescue me. I'd say breakfast was earned that morning. (Not by Rachel...she should have had to starve after what she did to me!)
Next, on Monday, the day after my near-ditch experience, she was getting into my passenger seat and bashed the side of her forehead right on my roof. She claims she 'slipped on the ice', but I think it was the margarita she had with dinner that did it. I hope that bitch's bruise gets bluer each day. Good thing I'm tough and she has such a soft head.
I'm not even done. Yes, there is more abuse to document! On Wednesday night she started backing out of the driveway and ran the garbage can right over! My poor friend. The best thing is, she did all of these things in front of that husband of hers. I'm glad he's making fun of her for me, cause she deserves all the mocking she can get!
Needless to say, after all of that I'm scared to let her come near me! Can someone come rescue me? Or at least call CPS (Car Protective Services)? HELP!
The Red Raider (aka the Pontiac Vibe aka The Vibe-Raider)