Out With The Olds

Dear 1999 Oldsmobile Alero,

It is with mixed emotions that I come to you today.  Mostly, I feel excitement, yet, I also feel a twinge of sadness.  You see, the time has come for me to let you go.  You have served me very well over the last seven years, and we have had many good times together.  You faithfully have taken me to and from Alabama- close to 60 times actually, as well as other road trips to neighboring states.  For that I thank you.  One time you did leave me stranded along the Tennessee interstate, but that may have been due to negligence on my part.  I apologize.  I hope you don't become hurt and defensive at my actions toward you, but you have become a safety hazard to my life, along with providing many inconveniences to me.  Let's just talk about those for awhile, shall we?  For starters, you insist that I rev the engine immediately after starting you up, and if I don't, you threaten to shut down.  You do periodically follow through with that threat.  In fact, there have been times where you have not only followed through, but then you refused to start for about three days after.  You've done that twice.  I'm not sure why- I've tried to take good care of you!  You light up your dashboard like Christmas, and even when I take care of what you're reminding me of, whether it be tires, oil, etc., you still leave the lights on.  That makes me feel bad, like you don't appreciate what I've just done for you.  The cruise control?  You force me to tape it down with masking tape, or else you won't allow me set it.  Not only does this cause for a sticky mess, it also makes me look a little redneck like.  Now, the gas tank.  I'm not sure what kind of games you're playing with me, but most cars point the needle on the gas gauge towards the E when the gas is low.  For some reason, you have decided to point yours towards the F instead.  I would give you the benefit of the doubt and say maybe you struggle with dyslexia, but you never used to do that so I know that you know better.  All things considered though, you've been a good car.  However, you need new tires desperately, and the price of the tires will cost about half of what you're even worth.  That, combined with all of the things we just talked about, led me to believe that it was just time to trade you in.  I was really hoping our relationship could last one more year until I finished school, but it's just not going to make it.  So without further ado, I bid you farewell.  I will miss you.

Love,

Sarah

 

 

 

Dear 2011 Ford Fusion,

I know we've just met, but I'm so excited to get to know you!  I look forward to many miles travelled together, karaoke concerts, times of deep thought, and whatever else the coming years might bring.  Even though we've only been together less than a day, I can tell I will be forming an emotional attachment with you, much like I did with the Alero.  I'm ready to start our adventure together!
Love,

Sarah