Because fixing my car has caused me so much trauma in my life, I've decided that it is better to learn to fix your own car. Mostly all I can do is fix brakes, and let's be honest...I even need help to do that.
I try so hard to be independent sometimes, but usually it just ends up making everyone's job harder. Luckily my dad will usually help me.
Right now, my speedometer is broken. I tried to be all independent--I did some research, figured out the problem, found out what kind of part I needed, and even checked out some instructional YouTube videos. I thought I had it pretty much figured out, probably.
Instead of calling various auto parts stores, I decided to just drive down the road and stop at every auto parts store I saw. I thought I knew what I was looking for, but it turns out there are like 15 parts called practically the same thing. I think I might have ordered a part at some point, just hoping that it was the right one.
So after I tried out the independent way, I made my dad come with me. After one stop, we figured out which part we needed, and determined that I had previously selected the wrong one.
I love claiming that I'm an independent woman, but the truth is, sometimes, I'm real bad at it, and it's just easier to make dad help.
I try so hard to be independent sometimes, but usually it just ends up making everyone's job harder. Luckily my dad will usually help me.
Right now, my speedometer is broken. I tried to be all independent--I did some research, figured out the problem, found out what kind of part I needed, and even checked out some instructional YouTube videos. I thought I had it pretty much figured out, probably.
Instead of calling various auto parts stores, I decided to just drive down the road and stop at every auto parts store I saw. I thought I knew what I was looking for, but it turns out there are like 15 parts called practically the same thing. I think I might have ordered a part at some point, just hoping that it was the right one.
So after I tried out the independent way, I made my dad come with me. After one stop, we figured out which part we needed, and determined that I had previously selected the wrong one.
I love claiming that I'm an independent woman, but the truth is, sometimes, I'm real bad at it, and it's just easier to make dad help.
I am proud of you for your dedication to independent womanhood. You made it much further than I would have before you got help.
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