My husband’s car is a piece of crap.

There. I said it.

I should have let him buy the Lexus with 115,000 miles on it rather than buy the stupid Mazda Tribute with 30,000 miles on it because the stupid Mazda is nothing but a freaking headache!

I hate driving it, and I rarely do, but I had to drive it today because he took my Hybrid on a road trip up to Spring Green, Wisconsin to visit the House on the Rock. And don’t even get me started on the kitchy House on the Rock.

Apparently the driver’s side window of the stupid Mazda stopped working a few months ago. This causes a problem for him when he has to stop at any sort of drive-thru, or even leaving his parking garage at work. I can’t tell you how many times he’s told me that he forgot about the window when he and Zoe were at the drive-thru at McDonald’s and then the two of them would have to work together to pull the window back up into a closed position.

I remembered not to use the window the last time I drove his car. And when we took it last weekend to get the brakes repaired we asked if they could fix the window, but they couldn’t. However, the front desk guy forgot to tell the service guy about the broken window, and wouldn’t you know it — he rolled it down. I don’t know how they got it back up, but what it taught me was that IT COULD BE DONE.

So yes, today I drove the stupid Mazda to work. And on my way home from work I always stop at the post office to drop off the mail before the last 5:30 p.m. pick up. I pulled into the parking lot, rolled my window down, put my stack of mail into the box, and as I pulled away I pressed the window button to roll it back up.

Why isn’t the window rolling up?

Oh yes. BECAUSE IT’S BROKEN YOU IDIOT!

It was 37 degrees out and I had to drive home with the window open. The whole time I was on the phone with my husband, and I thought it was hilarious, but he was pretty mad. How could I not remember??

Oh, I don’t know. How many times have you not remembered?

So what did we do? Well I was going to leave it until the next day, but he came up with a plan to take the door apart. Do you know that the inside panel of the door on a stupid Mazda is only held together with four screws? It is.

Once he got the panel off, we could only hold it about 5″ away from the door itself or else we’d rip a wad of wires out and then we’d be screwed. I sat in the car and tried to be supportive as my husband pushed on wires and said “oh come on baby” as he pushed the window button. Yeah, it was a little weird, but he said that you have to talk to electronic stuff like this sometimes.

(I don’t even want to know what he said to all those crashed servers on Valentine’s Day.)

And then he wiggled the pink wire, sweet talked the window a bit more, and it rolled up!!

And then we had to put the door back together.

And I had to promise never ever ever to roll his window down again.