So I'm just about to head out the door for one last night at the P before it’s not the P anymore, (I hope, I hope they rename it Fill Your DrinkHole, Taco Human… which in retrospect might be too long a name. Maybe they could shorten it to Drink, You Bastard!) and I sat down to some splendid microwavey goodness for dinner (you’d think microwave soup would be gross, but Birds Eye’s chicken noodle is really tasty) and flipped through the blogs and wrote a very long sentence before I got to the point.

Pete got a new car. Someday I’ll retire Chuckles the Happy Clown Car of Doom and buy something I’ve been drooling over for quite some time.

But along with my congrats to Pete for getting the new automobile full of petrol, I had a question for him and the rest of you. Does your car have a name? If so, what is it, and where did it come from?

Chuckles has a pretty simple explanation. From the start, it’s liked to play practical jokes on me. It would get stuck in first gear when I stopped at stop lights, and then I’d pull over, restart the car, and everything would be peachy again. It never did this when I’d take it in to get checked out. It would also turn the lights on all by itself, in broad daylight, and I wouldn’t find out until the battery was so dead it wouldn’t even take a jump start. In the 3 years I’ve had Chuckles, I’ve killed 2 car batteries. The car also thinks it’s hilarious to go 15 mph on large hills when there’s 50 zillion cars behind me. The happy clown car part comes from being able to fit a billion kids in the back seat pretty comfortably (albeit without proper seatbeltage) and the doom comes from my shitty driving.

There was something else the car used to always do to me, too, but I can’t remember what it is right now because I have to set the vcr for tv goodness and get outta here for some drinks and ‘za. Later gators.