I cannot believe I spent all that money on a nice car just for my girlfriend’s clumsy-ass kid to dump a whole bowl of Chick-fil-A soup directly onto my upholstery. The absolute mess of noodles, chicken, and broth soaking into the fabric is a total nightmare, and I am not about to spend hours scrubbing out the smell of soggy fast food just because he can’t hold a damn container. It is a complete joke that I am expected to just be okay with my interior being ruined by a child who clearly has zero respect for other people’s property.
I told them right then and there that he is officially banned from riding in my vehicle because I am not running a mobile cafeteria for someone who can’t keep their hands steady. He missed school that day because I refused to let him back in the seat, and I do not feel a single bit of guilt about it. My car is an investment, not a playground, and if he can’t handle the privilege of a ride without turning the passenger side into a trash heap, he can find another way to get around.
I cannot believe I spent all that money on a nice car just for my girlfriend’s clumsy-ass kid to dump a whole bowl of Chick-fil-A soup directly onto my upholstery. The absolute mess of noodles, chicken, and
