So my dad told me he was going to give me his 1988 Z28 Camero, but I had to let my Step Sister take it out on a date, and then I could pick it up the next day.

Well that night she hit some black ice and smashed the holy crud out of it... it was a total write off.

So my dad said that he would go buy me a new car. So he called me up and told me to come visit him and he'd take me down to a dealership in SLC to get me my car. So we end up going to a Jeep and Chrysler Dodge dealership and my dad takes me to a Jeep... is asking me what I think of it, I'm just dying inside... I can't believe he is giving me a Jeep, which is what I had always wanted. I was nearly in tears with excitement and told him I loved it. So he tells the salesman that we are getting it. We go in to sign the papers... the guy brings in 2 sets of keys... my dad looks at both sets... grabs one of them and tosses it to me and says... "this ones yours" I look down at the key and it's a Buick. I'm thinking to myself... this must be a mistake.

Well... they walk us outside... next to the Jeep was a 1980 dark Brown Buick Regal with plush cloth material... my dad got that car for me and he bought the Jeep for himself. I wish I still had the picture that they took of me holding the keys next to the car... the disappointment was visible and real. Makes me laugh today.