Friday I was taking my sister to the bank to get some cash for her homecoming fingernails. While we were in the drive-thru smoke started spewing right up out of the hood. So much so that the drive-thru lady asked if someone was smoking in the car or if it was the car itself. I immediately took it to the car shop, where they told me that I couldn't drive it any more or else the whole thing would fall apart. So all day Saturday, Aldo, Luke, and I were looking at cars for sale (and didn't find out til later that they weren't really for sale because all had major things wrong with them like blown engines).
I have no idea what to do now. There's always something going wrong. Is that too pessimistic of me to say?
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