THE LAKE GEORGE ODYSSEY
part three: Wednesday

Another fitful night; the raccoons were chewing up the garbage cans right outside our room. But we got up and went to the mechanic to see if they actually got our van and left us with a loaner. The lot was full of cars and trucks, but there was a Subaru Outback right out in front and were very happy. It looked nice and big and in great condition. We went in to talk to the guy and he told us the Outback was his. Oh. Our car was around the corner. It was a 1989 Pontaic 6000. It's a four-door with a trunk and an engine that seems to work, so I shouldn't complain, but we are. It's a crummy little car, it's filthy and it smells. It's got A/C and a radio, so that's good. It's just that we feel so screwed over that we deserve a decent car. We were told three times that the transmission was done and totally fine and then we break down up in the mountains with no cell service and have to load our family into a stranger's car to get to any civilization. The least they can do is give us a station wagon from the 90's.