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Out with the old, in with the … old as well.

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The husband came home with his old as f*cking dirt new truck last week.

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“New” truck.

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Old truck.

Do you see a vast improvement? Because I don’t.

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Old truck.

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Smiling husband in his 28 year old “new” truck.

This might not bother me so much if it wasn’t for the fact that used car and truck prices are certifiably insane right now and he paid twice what it should be worth.

Thanks again Covid. You suck.

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What part of the word “new” doesn’t he understand?

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My husband has a truck.

An old truck.

My husband loves his old truck, has spent considerable money restoring his old truck and uses his old truck as a …. well, truck.

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He’s loved this 1990 Ford F150 XLT truck long and hard. No matter how much time it spends at the shop nor how many thousands of dollars of repairs it needs, he consistently refuses to buy a new one. So imagine my surprise when he came home the other day and said he was thinking about buying a new truck.

I was thrilled!

I was ecstatic!

(His mechanic will be even more thrilled and ecstatic)

And my thrill continued..

All the way up until he drove me to see the “new” truck.

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Technically, he’s not wrong. It is “newer” than his old truck….. by a whole 4 years.

Old truck? 1990

“New” truck? 1994

I was not thrilled.

His mechanic will not be thrilled.

The husband? Beyond thrilled that he’d found another Ford F150 XLT with a long bed in good shape with only 74,000 original miles.

*sigh*

The asking price was $11,800 which I thought was beyond ridiculous for a 28 year old truck….. but then I looked online.

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What!!!

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Holy Mother of God…. I know used car prices are nuts right now but that is positively insane.

Because the dealer is a friend of a friend the husband talked him down to $10,000… and got him to replace the shocks, brake lines and ball joints so I guess in reality that’s a good deal. But rest assured old Black Betty will be going out on the lawn with it’s own overpriced for sale sign in it as soon as the husband drives the “new” one home.

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When everything that can go wrong…. does.

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We got a phone call telling us the leather chairs we’d ordered for the man cave were ready for pickup. Erring on the side of caution, I suggested we take the husband’s old truck in for a check up before making the long trip. In typical man fashion he thought this was a ridiculous idea, got aggravated with me for impugning the integrity of his baby and told me to schedule the furniture pick up for Friday.

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You knew where this was going…. right? The truck started sputtering and jerking when we hit I-95, an hour after we left home. I suggested we turn around and go back, but no. The husband had the bright idea to get off the highway and ride the back roads down to New Hampshire. This added at least 2 hours to our 2 1/2 trip. When we finally limped in to Nashua… which has awful stop and go traffic and endless traffic lights on the main drag… the truck was stalling every time it idled. I suggested we pull off the road, but no. The husband could literally see the warehouse where our chairs were patiently waiting. He didn’t pull over… so at the final red light? The truck died. Totally and completely died. Smoke pouring out from under the doors died. Yours truly had to jump out and help the husband push it off the busy road into a parking lot. With my bad knee. In case you were wondering…. pushing an 8 foot bed pickup is not on the approved radial meniscus tear exercise list. Ouch! We called AAA and were told due to a tow truck driver shortage it would be a 3 hour wait. Ever sit in a hot truck for 3 hours waiting on a tow? I don’t recommend it. At 4:30 that afternoon…

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The tow truck came, loaded our vehicle on the flat bed and promptly told us due to Covid restrictions we couldn’t ride back to Maine with him … and oh yeah, our coverage was only good for 100 miles. So they’d have to charge us $5 per mile for the overage.

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We paid, the truck went back to Maine…. and there was really only one thing left for us to do.

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I drank. I fumed. I ate southwestern egg rolls. I drank some more.

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There may have been eye rolling. (Who am I kidding, there was definitely eye rolling. )

And then I called a friend. A good friend who jumped in his brand new truck and drove over 2 hours to pick us… and our leather chairs … up. Good thing the warehouse was open until 8:00pm.

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We took him out for dinner and drinks. We filled his giant gas tank. I slipped $100 bill in his center console.

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We arrived home after midnight.

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Not the best time to move furniture, but when do we ever do anything the easy way?

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Did I mention the barn door (the free door my husband got at the dump) is a non standard size? The chairs got stuck 4 times. There may have been cursing, but at that point I was too tired to care.

We rolled in to bed about 1:30am…. and I thought the bad luck was over.

I was wrong.

To be continued….

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