I'm embarrased to admit that I finally got my car inspected. I should have done it in November (I know, I know) but unfortunately I have gotten out of the habit of paying close attention to my car upkeep. When I was single and living on my own away from family, I was always vigilant about getting the oil changed every three months and getting the car inpected on time. I could always hear my father's voice in the back of my head, reminding me to do these things and, well, I guess it worked. I am so thankful that my parents held me responsible for taking care of my car. Even when I was in town visiting, I still took care of my car. I was reminded of all this today as I stood outside the car shop waiting for 45 minutes. A man was on his cell phone and when he hung up, he was obviously very upset and "put out." I didn't say anything, but he started talking to me anyway. Apparently, his son needed to have his car inspected before he went back to college. The car had just gotten out of the shop after being hit in a parking lot and the dad was frustrated that HE was having to take care of everything. He even said, "How can I teach my son the responsibility that goes along with having a car?" Then he laughed and said that he guessed he wasn't doing a very good job since he was doing it all for him. You think?
Thanks, mom and dad for teaching me to be responsible. I hope to pass that one on to the kids.