ππ Juke Drama: The Plot Twist Nobody Asked For
Well, buckle up, buttercup β because apparently my life is a Hallmark movie written by Quentin Tarantino. π¬πͺ
I finally sign the papers for my shiny new ride βοΈπ, wave goodbye to my beloved but temperamental Juke, and try to move on with my life. Cue the dramatic music π».
Then yesterday, Jim Eggers calls.
βHey, I fixed your car!β
Oh. Oh REALLY, Jim? π
The car that left me crawling into town like a dying snail ππ? The one that decided to play dead right when I needed her most? Now sheβs fixed? Cool. Love that for me. πβ¨
Do I know what was wrong with her? Nope π€·ββοΈ. Couldnβt tell you. I just know sheβs back from the dead πͺ¦β‘οΈπ, probably feeling smug about it too. But hereβs the twist β Jim and the Eggers crew bought her from me to help their sonβs girlfriend, Reagan, get into a decent car ππ.
And honestly, beyond her mystery meltdowns, the Juke IS kind of a gem π. She was zippy β‘. She was weird π€ͺ. She had heated seats π₯, a sunroof βοΈ, and a sound system that could make a nun twerk ππΆ. She was the perfect mix of reliable and chaotic β basically, me in car form.
She was also my ultimate wingwoman. This is the same car that helped me Protest Pahlisch to get our backyard sinkhole fixed. She carried signs, supplies, and my righteous fury like a champ. She didnβt just get me from point A to B β she showed up for the cause. Sheβs amazing like that. π³οΈπͺ§
So now Reaganβs got her, and I genuinely hope she enjoys the ride ππ. Justβ¦ keep snacks handy π« in case the olβ girl decides to pull one of her βsurprise! weβre broken!β stunts.
And the Eggers? Saints π. Actual saints. Iβve never met a family who will go to the ends of the earth for people like they do πβ€οΈ. Weβre talking above-and-beyond kindness on a level that should probably be studied by scientists π¬.
So yeah, my guardian angel came through again πΌβ¨. Everyone wins. Reagan gets a great car, the Eggers get to flex their superhero skills π¦ΈββοΈπ¦ΈββοΈ, and I get to know my old Juke isnβt rotting away somewhere.
Goodbye, Juke. You weird little legend ππ. May your new life be full of open roads π£οΈ and fewer breakdowns π οΈ.
Donβt forget- this broad will only drink top shelf premium gas. β½οΈ