where the fuck is our teleporter

Though I suppose teleporters would also have surprise four-hundred-dollar repair bills, and probably monthly maintenance bills that cost more than a month of gas.

Dad says my tires should be roadworthy for more than a month, which means I can put off that bill till after next payday when (with the overtime in that paycheck, and the money I'd meant to spend on new work shoes, and the money I'd meant to spend on a new computer chair, and my whole fucking savings account) I will have the money for the tires, but.

I was doing so well on savings, too. Got up to triple digits.