First thing was that I was driving with my father. We needed to each get 10 bucks to go to the movies and so I was looking for an ATM. I passed by one, and then had to turn the car around, and that was a total pain. People not letting me through and all that sort of road rage power bullshit. And after I finally got through and into the place where the drive-up ATM was, I couldn’t turn around quick enough to actually get next to the ATM. So, I had to do all this backing up and turning and everything and all sorts of other cars started showing up and cutting into the line and pushing me out of the way and all that. I was freaking out at this point. What a lousy day I was thinking! And so I finally was able to get my nose in there to be the next one, and I drove forward and smacked into the ATM enclosure. I flipped out. My dad gave me one of those silent, “You should have let me do this, because you’re incompetent” looks. I backed up a bit and someone tried to weasle their way in, and I wasn’t letting it happen, and got up to the ATM. My dad got his 10 dollars, and then I tried putting my card into the machine and it spit it out. I tried turning it around, nothing. turning it sidways, and it almost got stuck. Nothing would allow me to get any money. I shouted “Mother Fucker!” at the top of my lungs at this point, and then woke up.

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Not sure which night I had this one, but I was driving around for a while and then stopped and parked the car on the street somewhere. When I got out I saw this guy who I feel like I had seen in a few diferent places looking me and the car over. I locked the doors and started walking home. But there were all these guys who were staring me down and blocking my path. And they started to close in on me. They wanted the car and I asked what the consequences of me not giving them the keys, and they said they’d kill me. I handed them the keys and they let me on my way. I did wonder why they would want an old Buick Century…

As I walked away I thought about how I would tell MO that her car was gone. She’d be here in a couple days, and I’d have to say that she’s no longer got a vehicle. That’d be tough. And as I thought/said this one of the guys must have been listening cause he said he’d see what he could for me about getting the car back, which I was of course, very thankful for.