I feel like I’ve been like this all weekend:
I just want to keep my hood up and head down and just sit here quietly by myself and read Unbroken and pretend that I don’t have do anything of the things I have to do until the moment I hand over a wad of cash and sign my name on the line and drive away in my new Jeep tomorrow.
And I have this horrible feeling that something is going to go wrong and I am not going to be able to get it.
Like for some reason I’ll go there and they tell me whoops, we’re sorry, we can’t actually approve you for this loan.
Or whoops, we’re sorry, we accidentally sold this particular Jeep to someone else even though you put a deposit down on it.
NO JEEP FOR YOU!
I’m afraid of the Jeep Nazi.
Or maybe just bad karma.
You know, when things just feel like they’re just too good to be true, and can’t possibly be this easy? That.
In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Silver Screen.” – Can you guess what movie the title is from in the comments?