Until I get my own car, I’m in charge of hauling everyone’s asses around for things like doctors appointments, music lessons, grocery shopping, and I’m about to be forced to be involved with market stuff while my dad operates his stand over there because I’m now the nearest licensed driver. When my dad’s doing market, he’ll just let me sit in the car with a fan (because I’d waste fuel if I leave the car running through the entire market) though. I don’t have to help him sell his shit.

Imagine living in a place where you don’t have to use a car for fucking everything. /s