The title kind of says it all, but here’s the gist: my car decided to commit ritual suicide. It decided that life wasn’t worth living anymore, and set itself on fire.
Yes, you read that right. My car SET. ITSELF. ON. FIRE.
So, let’s take a quick step back and think long and hard about this one. Because I have never – at least, not in real life – seen a car on fire. It’s one of those things that you envision happens in movies or as a humorous anecdote someone tells at a bad cocktail party.
In that respect, I suppose I’m the lucky one. I mean, how many people do YOU know who have had their car set itself on fire? Because I’m pretty sure that number is zero.
Back up to 3:45pm MST today. I’m casually sitting at my desk, doing some work when my phone rings. It’s C… who never calls during the work day (he’s polite like that). He tells me that all the stuff once in the back of my car (approximately five pairs of shoes, four pairs of jeans, a few sweaters and some more things… I pretty much live out of that Audi) were now on the side of the road.
Because the car caught on fire.
Naturally (and let’s be honest, I think you’d respond similarly), I did what any girl would do. I cried.
Then, because I carpooled with Amberly (thank god I decided to drive C.’s car to see if we could scavenge anything kickass out of the office upstairs that was moving), I had to go down there, inform her (not very calmly) that we had to leave, and promptly started driving the wrong way.
Well, C. didn’t really give me directions. I was just winging it.
So, I spent about $7.50 in tolls (E-470 is NOT cheap, my friends) to finally – an hour later – come across my boyfriend sitting on the side of the road next to this:
That’s not even the good burned part. That’s just the outside after C. put the hood back down.
The car, sadly, is not salvageable. The engine burned like a rotisserie chicken left on the spit too long, and it’s totaled. We’re going to scrap it for parts (I say “we” like I can do that when we all know that’s untrue) but we’re currently a one car family… which is a problem, since I work in the Tech Center.
The good news is that he’s okay, I’m okay and my shoes are safe and sound. The bad news is that we don’t have money for a new car, so we’re going to get creative for a while.
So, if you’d like to donate to the “JP’s Car LITERALLY Blew Up.” Paypal fund, my paypal email is the same as my one here: [email protected]
Or, you can keep coming to the site, clicking on ads and being amazing like you already are. That works too.
I miss my baby already.
EDIT: More pictures of the car, courtesy of C.