Jetta People Only

 Writer's Worskhop time at Mama Kat's.

Go on over and check out everyone's stories!
This week, I chose prompt #5 - Write about a heated argument you 

had with your parents (real or fictitious).
 

Prologue
This is a story about a car and one of the biggest arguments I had with my parents...and may I add, one of the most ridiculous.

My parents, mainly my dad, have a habit of buying cars "just because." They are always buying or talking about buying a "new" car. At one point, with four drivers in the house, we had 7 cars. When it comes to cars, my Dad has a plan and a purpose. Did you know some cars cannot be driven on rainy days?...Or even when it is foggy outside? And some cars cannot be driven outside the city limits? Go figure! Anyway, on to the argument...

Jetta People Only

It was 1982, and we had a perfectly fine...in fact beautiful, metallic green Volkswagen Jetta...that I was apparently, completely attached to. One day, my parents "went out"...somewhere. Not sure who was watching my brother and I...we were probably alone and chasing each other around the house with butcher knives (yes, I said butcher knives).

Really, is there any comparison? 

Who couldn't love a metallic green Jetta?

Later that afternoon, they had the audacity to come home with a new car - a 1982 black BMW 320i. It was the nicest, most expensive car my parents had ever purchased and I am sure they were not expecting my reaction...I would not look at the car. I surely did not want to drive in the car. I yelled, I screamed. I had a hissy fit. 

I decided that I had a point to prove. In hysterics, I locked myself in my room...with paper and pens. I made posters, and hung them on my bedroom door and all around my room. They were pure genius...

"Jetta People Only. No BMW People allowed" 

"Only Jetta Lovers Allowed" 

"BMW People Stink"  

"Jetta People Rule"

Not actually our car

My parents tried to talk to me. They tried to come in my room. They tried to lure me in with a ride in the car...on the new leather seats (oh yeah!). I was not having it. There was more screaming and crying. I was mourning our poor Jetta - sacrificed to the BMW People (Yes, I realize how ridiculous this sounds...maybe I should have my Mom guest post to verify the story). Why all the fuss? Why did we need a BMW? Jetta's are fine cars!

As it turns out, we had that car for 10+ years (a record for my family), and I eventually grew to appreciate the beauty of a BMW. Although, it really was not ever much fun for a kid to ride in it...as per my Dad, our instructions when we did ride it in were "Get in. Sit down. Don't touch anything."

Now that I am a parent, I really do not know how or why my parents didn't just smack me...seriously...I was having a complete tantrum over a metallic green Jetta. All they were doing was buying a car - a new, beautiful car. Apparently my parent's are better people than I.

Epilogue
In 1991 I began driving the BMW. Yes, it was almost 10 years old, but the car only had 7,000 miles on it - it fell into the "cannot be driven outside the city limits" category. It was also in perfect condition - my Dad should get the gold medal for car care. I drove it until April of 1992, when, during the LA riots, I decided to go car shopping (hey, everyone was at home, I got lots of attention), and I purchased my first car - on my own - a 1992 red Volkswagen Jetta (they didn't make metallic green anymore). That car was stolen 5 years later.

As for the BMW, it's life was cut short...sadly my mom was driving home and a man made a left turn in front of her. The car was totaled...Mom was OK, probably because the car was so safe. For the record, I have never owned a BMW...we bought a Mercedes.

YES, THIS WAS A REAL ARGUMENT,
IT IS TOO RIDICULOUS NOT TO BE REAL!