Ghettobug

Okay, so... I don't know how to pop the hood of my car. I know, I know, I should know how to do it, but I can't figure it out. Anyways. My black car looks white (because of all the salt on the road) and I'm out of wind shield wiper fluid. So here I am, driving in the city trying to see out of my window and its getting harder to see by the minute. I have my wipers going but it's not helping enough.I try to jump out of my car during a red light (to brush off some salt) but as I slide out I rip my nylons on my torn leather seat and burst out in anger. Damn it. (I must do this once a week). The light turns green and now I am just angry. It occurs to me that I could get a ticket for my windshield. What's a girl to do?! I reach into my back seat, pull out a bottle of evian and open my sun roof. I begin pouring the water down my windshield and let my windshield wipers go full force. As I am doing this I'm laughing because I think this is pretty cleaver (and kind of sad that I am wasting my evian on this). As my window clears up I see a "thug-like" man standing at the crosswalk in front of me (He has a comb in his hair, large boots without laces and a neon jacket) and this man has the nerve to scream at me "That's GHETTO, girl!".

Okay, so maybe it's a little ghetto, but I'm improvising! The sad thing is, this man has no idea. My windshield wipers are the least ghetto thing about my little car. My seats are ripped, my heat doesn’t work unless I bang on the dashboard, and sometimes the car just doesn’t turn on. Truth be told, it may be a little Ghetto, but it’s a cute car and its better than my old commute. : ) Now I just have to make sure I always have a bottle of water available for long drives in the ghettobug!