Oy

Due to recent events, I get to post twice in the same hour!

My dad called me about a week ago, and told me he got me practically new tires at an auction. Great, whatever. I didn't have a problem with the OLD tires, but I guess he did.

He takes my car today, puts on the new tires, and then calls and tells me to look at my car. I do. It has new hubcaps on them. I tell him this, and he gets mad. Oh no, they are not hubcaps, they are chrome blah blah blah with blah blah blah. He's going on and on, and I'm going wtf, are you kidding? YOU PUT FUCKING RIMS ON MY CAR AND EXPECTED ME TO BE HAPPY ABOUT IT?

That's right people, I now have chrome rims on my car, and there is a special key so people can't steal them. And there is special tool so that I can get the damn things off if I need a tire changed. I CAN'T EVEN CHANGE A FUCKING TIRE, SERIOUSLY, WHY MAKE IT HARDER?

And then he was upset cause I wasn't excited. Dude, I'm fucking embarrassed. I have a half decent car that now has chrome rims. I'm 22, I'm GAY for christ sakes. I DON'T CARE. I feel like I'm gangster all of sudden.

Whatever dad, I will drive around with a pimped out car if it makes you happy, cause you are trying to relive YOUR childhood (cause the damn things don't fit on his car, trust me, I asked.)



Side note: I'm apparently supposed to start saving money for a new car and not pay off my credit card. So I'm supposed to put money somewhere to sit around while I have debt? Doesn't make sense to me....