About a year ago, my car door handle broke. I had to roll down my window and use the outside handle every time I wanted to get out of my car. This was only a problem when 1. A cute guy was around or 2. It was raining. Other than that, it was an inconvenience that was not worth the money to fix, especially when money was needed to keep the power on. Well, Uncle Sam came through and I got it fixed today.

Why am I still rolling down the window every time I pull into a parking spot? Insert psycho-emotional/spiritual illustration here.


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