Welcome to the Hall of Fame, Baby, or, It Sucks to Be Right

"The transmission's fucked," I said with no qualms about using such vulgar language. It was the heat of the moment after all. "It's all lurchy." "It's fine," he assured me, "it just needs a tune." Little did he know, that the check engine light would hail the little Jetta's fall from grace. I am no fool, why I continue to second-guess myself is a self-esteem issue only I can deal with. (I'm good enough, I'm smart enough...) Having said that, I WAS RIGHT. HE WAS WRONG. na na na na na na. Shitty thing to be right about, the transmission failing and all. Seems a previous owner put the wrong fluid in, which corroded stuff inside. The lesson here is threefold: First, always have used cars inspected before you buy them. Second, never buy used cars from sketchy Indian men with unpronounceable names who are going back to India in the morning, never to return. And finally, never let husbands buy cars alone.