I miss my car...

Denial and Isolation...thats the first of the 5 stages of mourning and while it may seem a little extreme to some of you I have mourned and now miss my car terribly. After denial and isolation comes anger, which I had plently of. Then it's blame and guilt, ya know the 'what if I had only...' The fourth stage is depression, this part lasted a good long time and then of course accepetance. Well after 2 months with no car and a whole lot of stress, yelling and screaming I've finally had enough. I dunno whats worse fighting with the bank over their stupid mistakes or fighting with Dad just to try and get him here in time so I'm not late for work. Now don't me wrong I'm very thankful that Mom and Dad are helping me out but ya all know them and anyone whose knows our family knows that our parents have this issue with being on time, THEY NEVER ARE! It's insanely frustrating and I get pretty cranky about the whole thing. I just want this all settled so I can drive myself to and from places including work. I hate not being able to get around on my own, I feel like a frickin' 3 yr old. For those of you who even have the thought of the bus pop in their heads, forget it. Not only is the Metro Transit unreliable it doesnt do airport trips so I'd still have no way to work. Plus as spoiled as this sounds I don't 'do' buses, unless I'm drunk or something...they scare me....well the people do anyways lol.