that's it, my car deserves it's own storyline

since the ghettoness continues to escalate. and if you can't whine about it, what good is it?

first it was.... i don't even remember what was first. it doesn't like cold weather and periodically refuses to start, i suppose. then, at the beginning of the summer, was the saga of the warning light and having to replace, essentially, my car's brain. expensive, and also the ONLY case of this the dealer had seen in his fifteen odd years of working with cars (convenient...). which brings us to the present.

yesterday, as i'm driving to work, innocently and in an actual good mood (courtesy of covering a shift at my old store with people who never fail to make me happy), i went over a mild bump in the road at a reasonable, moderate speed. and my car window fell down. the rear passenger window fell open several inches, and ceased responding to the control buttons. it probably just got jarred off the track, but how GHETTO is that? i couldn't even get angry so much as disheartened, and i had to laugh.

then, today, it starts to thunder, so i go out to cover the hole with plastic. i do not take my keys, since i don't really remember where i left them and, hey, i can just reach through the window and open the door, right? wrong. apparently the car does not like to be opened in this manner. apparently i have a car alarm. it goes off. i, spewing flip flops, tape, plastic, etc. in all directions, race upstairs to get the button thing to turn it off. i push the "alarm" button all the way back down the stairs and up to the car... and the alarm keeps going. not only do i have an alarm, i have an alarm that is in fact resistant to the logical antidote. luckily opening the door with the actual key worked in this situation, but seriously. i'm afraid to ask how much more pathetic things can get in fear that the world might just show me.