my dad just brought home a W E A L T H Y-A S S investment banker he found.
the dude was stranded at the circle k because something in his FUCKING BMW broke while he was driving. my dad couldn’t fix it at the station so he drove the dude to our house, where he washed his hands and talked to my family. while my dad tried to find a few bucks for gas to drive the dude an hour away in an suv.
eventually my dad was like “samantha do u have fuel in your car” and i’m like “only a very tiny amount but u can take my car if you’ll put a little gas in it” and he was like fine.
but then i internally remembered HOLY SHIT MY CAR IS DISGUSTING. because it is. i am a car slob. i make no excuses.
my nonchalant slobbery has BETRAYED ME NOW. here is this nearly-handsome W E A L T H Y-A S S I N V E S T M E N T B A N K E R and i’m like angling for a position as well-paid sexretary…….but my car is covered in dust and hair and dirt and nugget remnants and STRAIGHT UP A HUGE SPIDER LIVES IN IT. i shook that mans hand and smiled to his face and did not warn him of what was waiting for him. he’s never going to hire me now.
plus what if he murders my dad and comes back to hunt my stepmom and sisters and me for sport WITHOUT paying us?
also my dad is the kind of twerp who will decline money for doing a good deed. he’s taking my car so if the dude offers money or to fill up my car or something, my dad had better remember whose car that is or im gonna fight him.