Day CCCXXXI

The Lemon

      For the last twenty or thirty years there have been so many changes, some things that annoy us to no end- like cars that don’t work, lemons. In the eighties I studied long and hard before I…we, my wife, and I bought a new car, eventually we got a Citation. Every freaking magazine we read at the time, said it was perfectly engineered. It was highly rated by consumer magazines, and we were hooked. We searched high and low for it the first year it came out, nobody had it, and we eventually found a dealer up in the Bronx.

     The freaking thing turned out to be a lemon that caused me more aggravation than I have space here to tell you about. It seemed that every time I had a sales appointment, and was in a rush, the freaking thing refused to start. It had terrible workmanship too, it wasn’t crafted very well, methinks it must have been rushed though the assembly line, and the edges inside were jagged, and terribly finished. If I had not had three kids at the time, I would’ve driven that of piece garbage through the dealer’s front window. That car spent more time in the shop than it did on the road. It was a pain in the ass for me because at times I had to leave it, and ride the subway home, once more than an hours ride. I was so pissed, I would’ve gladly gone to jail for driving it through the dealers show room window. It got me smoking again for a long damned while.