My car is being a prissy brat

Before you think I’m completely crazy, let me explain that I operate under the assumption that different vehicles have different personalities. For example, my first car was an ’89 Toyota Camry named Mathilda. She was a stubborn old dame, prone to stalling and broken tail lights. The Jolly Green Giant, aka Bertha, was a Chevy van with sticky doors and a rumbling aversion to the uphill drive.

My current car, Sugarplum, is cousin to my first car, and is another Camry. Sugarplum is mostly dependable in drive mode, save her internal leaking, though the car is fickle when it come to accessories. A year or two ago, my door ajar light came on when I drove around tight curves, therefore turning on my internal lights.

This week, however, Sugarplum has been protesting my stereo. I will be able to play music when I start my car, but then all of the buttons will simply stop working, leaving me blasting music through residential neighborhoods far too late at night. Today I was able to turn on my CD player, eject an old CD and insert a new one, but then the stereo went black and wouldn’t turn on again.

I know that when you buy a used car you inherit other people’s problems. But still, is it too much to ask that my CD player actually play music?

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