As I type, a cavalcade of Craigslist consumers are inspecting my 1999 Camry.
Since I’m moving off to college soon, my father decided that our family’s fleet needed an overhaul. Pretty much the deal is that instead of unnecessarily having 4 cars we will now have 3. Some shuffling took place, and now my car will be sold.
It was never a truly great car. My college football prospect friend managed to warp the suspension into leaning towards his usual spot, we put about as much money into the car as we paid for it, it smelled like sweaty teenager (probably my fault), and it had a whole bunch of electrical and transmission issues.
However, it’s almost fourth quarter, I’m entering my final season of high school sports, my parents are prepping for me to leave, and my 1999 Camry is just another casualty.
Mom got a new (used) car out of the deal, I took her old car, and now a bunch of people from Craigslist are getting their nasty butts all over my prime suede seats.
Things are getting weird and the last child is getting pushed out of the coop.