So as you all know, I got a new car. Or so I thought.

They call me up Tuesday night saying, "We can't finance you because you have a repo on your credit."

My exact words, "Fuck me. When did that get on my fucking credit report?"

(And some of you think my bad language is just in here. Hah. My mouth posessed by a sailor at all times.)

His response, "Uhm, this just happened recently. We need you to bring the car back. Sorry about this. I wish there was more that we could do for you."

Me: "Yeah, sure. I'll bring it back tomorrow after work." (My real thought, Yeah, I'll bring it back. After I run it into a wall and have its crushed remains towed in on a flatbed. Asshat.)

The only car loan I've ever had was one with my first ex-husband, to which our names are still to this day attached to, together. So I'm livid. I want this man's head on a silver platter with an apple in his mouth. I haven't seen this asshole in four years and he's fucking me over still.

I try to call the bank and find out where the car is now and if I can get it out of repo, but alas, the bank is closed and my son is in the back seat screaming, "Daddy, daddy, daddy!" Over and over because everytime the phone goes to my ear, he believes I'm talking to his father.

So I call Rob, tell him what's happened and we decide that Brendan needs to go to his house because it's going to be very difficult for me to take him to school without a car.

This all happened Tuesday night within the span of an hour.

(That sounds kind of odd, doesn't it? Heh.)

On my way in to work, a rock hits the windshield of the car, leaving a half dollar size crack in it. (My thought: Oh damn. One more thng I won't have to deal with after today.) At this point, I'm so done with all of this, I could care less what happened to the car I was driving.

I get to work, tell my boss what's happening. Then wait. Till 9:30, when the bank feels like opening, so I can call them and get to the bottom of this.

In the meantime, I call the insurance company that was going to be raping me for $300 a month in car insurance and tell them not to cash my down payment check. The girl on the other end of the phone proclaims in her poor english that they have to cash it, take out the prorrated insurance fees and the fifty dollar cancellation fee, THEN send me my refund.

Well, they're in for a big suprise because later on in the morning, I had the bank put a stop payment on the check. Hah.

So 9:30 rolls around. I call the bank. They tell me the car has never been repo'ed and that they will pull my credit report and fix that problem if a repo appears there. Fine. Great. What am I supposed to do in the meantime?

Call the dealership and tell them what's going on. See if they can do anything else.

Get on the phone with one of the finace guys and explain to them the story I got last night. His response, "Oh, there's no repo on your credit. I don't know who told you that."

My response, "What the fuck?"

Then he proceeds to tell me that my credit is too bad to get financing and I have to bring the car back anyway.

K. No problem, I'm tired of all this hassle anyway.

A little while, lunch and alot of aggrivation later, my boss pulls me into his office and hands me a piece of paper. The figures on it are two different car payments. The first one is for the Saturn that Rob drives, very nice, with a moonroof, great stereo and leather interior. The second is for the Saturn that I was driving when I worked here before.

He asked me if I could handle either one of those payments. My answer-- no fucking problem. Its $200 less a month than I'd have been paying on the Mitsubishi!

Apparently the deal was, that Chaz would get to choose between the two cars and I'd get the other one. Okay, fine. But when asked, I said I wanted Rob's car. Plain and simple. Duh. Nicer car. *grins*

So I take the car home and mope around till about 7 when Alpha comes banging on my door, scaring the shit out of me. I open it and she's all, "Let's go eat." Then later, I stayed up too damn late doing laundry and hanging out with Shan. Much fun and it took my mind off of things.

Rob is on his way to pick up his new Saturn. Basically the same car he had, but black. Not too shabby.

And now, I will be driving home in his former car. Because I got what I wanted.