My parents have never helped me. They’ve never been able to. On the other hand, we’ve given them a fucking car to make it easier for them to help us out with watching kids and running them around. Then my dad bought a Jaguar. And he has a boat. And a truck. But they didn’t have air conditioning for about a decade because they couldn’t afford it.
I love them, but they are selfish and stupid when it comes to money. As long as they leave my sister (who is disabled and unable to work) some extra money when they pass so I don’t have to pay a bunch for her, too, I’ll be happy.
I don’t understand the Jaguar at all. He keeps it in a storage facility and I’ve never even seen it. Whatever. I never counted on any kind of inheritance from them, so I guess they can spend it up however they want, but I’ve been out of work for three months now, chewing up the meager retirement I’ve managed to save just keeping bills paid, and it’s just frustrating.
One of my friend’s life ambitions was to own a Jaguar, and he finally managed to buy a used one. He called his insurance agent to add the car to his policy. The agent was like, “Oh, a second car, a Jaguar, no problem. How many miles do you think you’ll be putting on it each year? Five thousand should be plenty, yeah?”
And my friend is like, "No! I’m fixing it up and driving it everywhere! I need lots of miles!. and the insurance agent is very quiet and then suggests starting with 5k miles and see how it goes. Whatever, my friend thinks, this guy just doesn’t understand the allure of the Jaguar!
He fixes it up, gets it running, here about three blocks from the house and it breaks down. Pushes it home, fixes it up again, gets about five blocks. This goes on for months.
Eventually, my friend changes his car insurance back to 5k per year, and acknowledges that he’ll never ever ever reach that much. It’s mostly a garage princess, not (entirely) out of a desire to keep the body fresh, but more because it constantly needs babying.
My parents have never helped me. They’ve never been able to. On the other hand, we’ve given them a fucking car to make it easier for them to help us out with watching kids and running them around. Then my dad bought a Jaguar. And he has a boat. And a truck. But they didn’t have air conditioning for about a decade because they couldn’t afford it.
I love them, but they are selfish and stupid when it comes to money. As long as they leave my sister (who is disabled and unable to work) some extra money when they pass so I don’t have to pay a bunch for her, too, I’ll be happy.
Sounds like they’re addicted to materialism. Buying fancy toys to show off.
I don’t understand the Jaguar at all. He keeps it in a storage facility and I’ve never even seen it. Whatever. I never counted on any kind of inheritance from them, so I guess they can spend it up however they want, but I’ve been out of work for three months now, chewing up the meager retirement I’ve managed to save just keeping bills paid, and it’s just frustrating.
In fairness, it’s a Jaguar, it may not be able to leave the storage facility. :)
One of my friend’s life ambitions was to own a Jaguar, and he finally managed to buy a used one. He called his insurance agent to add the car to his policy. The agent was like, “Oh, a second car, a Jaguar, no problem. How many miles do you think you’ll be putting on it each year? Five thousand should be plenty, yeah?”
And my friend is like, "No! I’m fixing it up and driving it everywhere! I need lots of miles!. and the insurance agent is very quiet and then suggests starting with 5k miles and see how it goes. Whatever, my friend thinks, this guy just doesn’t understand the allure of the Jaguar!
He fixes it up, gets it running, here about three blocks from the house and it breaks down. Pushes it home, fixes it up again, gets about five blocks. This goes on for months.
Eventually, my friend changes his car insurance back to 5k per year, and acknowledges that he’ll never ever ever reach that much. It’s mostly a garage princess, not (entirely) out of a desire to keep the body fresh, but more because it constantly needs babying.
I’m not sure your dad’s Jaguar is any better.