Learning to Drive a Stick... Maybe not

Awhile back after I crashed my old blazer, my mom got me a Honda Civic that her friend sold her very cheap because she knew about a lot of the shit that I've been going through. Well it's been sitting in the driveway for about two months now because no one has been able to take the time and teach me how to drive a stick shift. Then finally winter break comes and my grandpa says that he will teach me while he is on break. First week goes by...still haven't drove. Then today we start driving finally for the first time, but it's short lived.

Before I can even get a grasp on driving Andrew calls and is coming over so they can put some mud flaps on his car. Fucking wonderful, grandpa reassures me that it will only be a minute then we will drive around because he has to run some errands anyway. While, an hour goes by then he tells me they are going to put some other shit on his truck too so that will take another hour. Then I guess they had the wrong size so they went to exchange it for the right size and got the wrong size again, and now I'm here waiting again for them to get back and still put whatever the fuck it is on his truck.

I'm just pissed off after how Andrew already ruined my Xmas when he caught me "kicking up dirt" then to top if off, he didn't even say thank you for the mud flaps I pitched on that he is currently putting on his truck now (might i add). He knows he is taking from my driving time but don't care.
 
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