I used to be all about sharing my belongings. Used to. Now it truly amazes me how helping someone out can only cause issues. In this case, I am talking about the time I lent my best friend my car. We’ve been friends since we were five years old. I got my licence before her. She, on the other hand, got it two years after me and did not have a car. She asked to borrow my car once or twice and I kindly obliged. I then let her know that she could borrow my car whenever she wanted.
The first inkling that my promise would be a problem was when I had to take my car to the mechanic. Raceview is about twenty minutes from where she lives, so she kept pestering me if the car would be ready in time for her date. Firstly, I didn’t even know that she had a date. Secondly, I wouldn’t have needed to take the car to the mechanic if the clutch didn’t get all messed up from her driving the car on a long spontaneous journey with some guy. I tried to explain this to her but for some reason, she was adamant that I took the car in for a check-up the day of her date simply to spite her. Why on Earth would I do that? If anything, I’d want her to meet a guy – it means she’d maybe stop using my car and could start using his instead.
I know that the last sentence is contradictory, especially after me revealing to you all that she could borrow my car whenever she wants, but she just has no respect. Even after that clutch incident, she’s gone and damaged my brakes. I’ve got my dad coming to town and now I have to find a quick brake repair near me before he gets here. Once again, she didn’t see the issue. She knew my dad bought me this car as a graduation present – I’m surprised she can’t recognise that maybe this car has sentimental value.