This tale doesn't take much introduction.
I drive a '97 Escort. Its a pretty ballin' car. The most ballin' part about it is the tape deck adapter I use to listen to my iPod.
I don't listen to the radio.
I am FM-deficient, I know little about top 40, unless I'm dancing to Apple Bottom Jeans at the bar, as previously stated.
For the last year I've been doing really well with my tape deck. We have fantastic singalongs and the sound quality is superb. But lately the stereo has been randomly ejecting the tape non stop.
Usually I can right this issue by warming the tape up on the heat vents and periodically pressing the "TAPE" button when I hear it start to get angry. (The stereo and me, we're quite emotionally connected.)
BUT TODAY MAN. TODAY WAS NOT MY DAY.
It wouldn't work at all! Ejecting every 2 seconds, no lie.
I spent half the ride home screaming at the top of my lungs at this thing because it makes me SO ANGRY. Few things make me that angry but this issue has gone on LONG ENOUGH. I start spitting strings of profanity I didn't even know existed.
God damn piece of shit cheap fucking chinese manufacturing!
Its just unbearable for me. I yelled myself into silence then rode in silence for about 5 minutes until I made the executive decision to destroy my tape deck adapter.
Yes, I know, maybe it was just an off day for the stereo, and it would have worked tomorrow, but I decided to focus on therapy instead of logic.
I look at the stereo, and I say to it: I am going to stomp the shit outta you when we get home.
JUST YOU WAIT, TAPE.
I ride home in a zen like state. Park the car. Walk up to my back door, calmly pick up a crow bar, and go to town.
My mother comes to the doors and asks what the hell I'm doing.
"Its been a rough ride home, Mom"
But now I definitely have to buy a new tape deck adapter.
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