Typical

It was inevitable, I took the car in for service this morning and not even an hour later they called me with “bad news”, my tires are bald on the front from unusual wear and tear and would I like to purchase new tires for $625, buy three, get one free. I am not sure I really see the savings of buying three and get one free when it is $625!!! That would be in addition to the $279 service that we have to have. And unusual wear and tear?!?! If you call driving forwards and then backing up on a regular basis unusual wear and tear, then I guess. Do I have sucker written across my face?

I must, because then I called my husband and freaked out at him that our tires were bald and we were going to have to spend way more than we could afford right now. I know that it is the job of the service department to sell me everything under the sun in addition to the basic service that I came in for, but come on. So my husband calls, and suddenly the situation isn’t so grim, if we flip the front tires for the back, we won’t need tires for another 5000 miles. The service guy certainly didn’t give me that option, he just gave me tire pricing. It’s so cliché for the service guy to try and screw me out of more money just because they assume that I don’t know anything about my car. It’s even more cliché of me to be one of those chicks that does not know anything about my car and I have to call my husband in for back-up so that we don’t get taken advantage of. What kind of modern feminist woman am I?

I am the feminist woman who already has too much on her plate. I manage the money, I manage the finances for our second business, the social calendar, the grocery list, gifts, what’s for dinner, holidays, the child, the daycare, lost objects, my full-time job, birthdays, laundry, doctor appointments, dentist appointments, cleaning of the house. (You know you have the same list, we all do) Dog-gone-it, I don’t want to deal with the f@#$%ing car as well. I want to jump in my car and have it work , that is the extent of knowledge that I want with my car. Heaven forbid that I need a tow or have a flat tire, but that is why I pay AAA. I could learn how to care for my car, and do all that, but I am not sure that I have the capability to be responsible for one more thing. I am not even sure if I can be responsible for the second human being we are contemplating having. Most days we are lucky if everyone is fed and has clean underwear.

As it turns out, I have no time to break down the clichés that exist in my life, and become a more evolved woman. I think the conflicting thing about being a woman today is that I have a choice and I have chosen to be responsible for all these other things because I would feel like less of a woman if I didn’t have all of this stuff to be responsible for.