My Car is Broken

My next invention is going to be a car that never breaks down. I have no idea how I'm going to do it, but I'm going to.

And in case you are wondering about my motivation for this invention, my car is currently in the shop. Yesterday it just quit - right in the middle of me driving out of my driveway. Mom and I had to push it back under the carport (talk about a great workout...in fact, I'm now thinking of trying out for the new American Gladiators. I mean, if I can push a car, it shouldn't be too hard to push a person).

The worst part about it? Just when I was starting to feel like I had a tiny bit of a financial cushion, this happens. It's going to cost big bucks to get it fixed. That means that the money that I had earmarked for paying off a little bit of debt is going straight into the car.

I want to shake my fist at the sky and yell, "Why can't I have a little extra cash? I mean, people are pumping millions of dollars into this damn presidential campaign where only ONE of the candidates is actually going to elected! Is an extra $10,000 for me too much to ask (even though I would settle for far less)??"