Well, the news is not good.  Chris’ car needs a new fuel pump, for which the Chevy dealership wants $800.  We don’t have $800, it might as well be a million.  One of Chris’ coworkers thought they could install a new fuel pump themselves, provided it wasn’t behind the gas tank, which would have to be pulled out.  It’s behind the gas tank.  Of course.

The dealership, by the way, quoted a price of $400 for a new fuel pump. A local parts store quoted $220. Nice markup.  But of course the dealer won’t install parts they didn’t buy themselves.  A junkyard has a relatively new fuel pump they’ll sell Chris for $70, but then he has to find someone to install it. Which also means paying to have the car towed from the dealership to wherever it’s going to get fixed.Our roadside assistance coverage on our car insurance only covers the first tow from the highway to the dealership. Of course.  So we’ll have to pay for that tow plus the fuel pump plus find someone to install it plus pay for all of that.

Did I mention that exactly two weeks from today I am supposed to be flying to Orlando for IZEAFest?  I was planning to drive Chris’ car to East Lansing and take the Michigan Flyer which is a commuter bus that goes to the Detroit Airport.  The car stays parked in a parking garage. But if he can’t find someone who has an opening at their repair shop, we might only have one car then.  GAH.

Suddenly, I’m regretting every single thing I’ve ever purchased that wasn’t absolutely necessary for survival.