To avoid the humiliation of a trade-in or the hassle of selling it I decided to donate my old car to charity. I made an appointment for it to be picked up between 2:00 and 4:00 yesterday which was perfect because that's when I go over to my dad's to do laundry. (I'd left the car there because I don't have any extra parking space at home.) They called and said they were running late and would be there after 4:00 but they would call me about 30 minutes before. So I waited and waited. At 6:00 the manager of the tow company called and said he wanted to make sure my car was picked up so he was going to jump in a truck and drive right over...from Riverside. So finally about 7:30 I handed over the keys, signed the paperwork, and went home.
My dad and I compared new cars while we waited. He brought home a new HHR on Thursday. My car won on cuteness.
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