Just TRUST Me

One sunny afternoon I was working in the outside kiosk at The Wiggy Wash. I was a cashier. Meaning that when customers came up for something I would have to up-sell products or washes and then write some weird numbers on their windshield with soap. Love that. One customer came up and was on the phone. I listened in on his conversation as he said, "I don't know what to do! We just ordered so many new tires and we don't have anyone to sell them to!" I perked up, remembering how my Mercury Sable was in DESPERATE need of new tires saying, "I need new tires!" I didn't catch the name on the name tag or anything but he looked all official decked out in labels of car brands and in a truck to match... He looked trusting, to say the least. Without hesitation, or introducing either of us during our half-a-second conversation I hand him the keys to the first car I've ever bought and demand that he leaves his new truck.
No big deal. I spaced it out. A couple hours later... Still no sign of him. My mind starts racing of all the things that could and probably are going wrong. Was there anything valuable in my car? I forgot but I sure hope not! He left his truck, yeah, but what if he stole that one and now has mine!? Absolutely freaking out by now, I pull up my not-so-smart-phone and try to find all of the tire places around The Wiggy Wash. I only found 15. What could I expect? It was Spanish Fork for crying out loud! After being made fun of by just about all the guys I worked with they told me who that guy was and where his shop was located. Oh, you could only imagine how furious I was for my stupidity and especially for all the guys who encouraged my worries.

A few months later, my Mercury Sable was rear-ended by some moron driving 60 in a 30 zone and slamming on his gas when everyone else was peacefully stopped at a red light. He totalled my car. Ugh. So there I was, not even a year after buying that one...I was already looking for something else.
I was always so embarrassed for how long that other car was. I wanted something compact. Something that would get me better gas mileage. After searching KSL for about a month and a half I finally found a cute little Volkswagon Cabrio which landed right in my price range. I bought it immediately! It was from a family who claimed to be selling it for their brother that was out on a mission. I judged them too quickly...assuming they were honest people. They said the car was great, no body damage, the roof needed to be replaced, and that it passed safety and emissions with flying colors. They signed over the clean title to me and I signed to buy it "as-is." But that's okay, I trusted them.
To my surprise and complete disappointment, the car was technically totalled. My mechanic, Ray, told me to go get my money back. Turns out, whoever "passed" their emissions lied completely. They actually TOOK OUT the check engine LIGHT BULB so that it wouldn't turn on. That was the least of my problems though. Three times the amount that I bought the car for, I was now upside down with. So I sold it. For less than nothing. That was it for me. I don't want another car!

Till today. I met up with someone who I had been in contact with for quite some time. (The lady high on the food chain looking for a nanny on the post before this one.) She told me that I was perfect for the position and we both agreed to move this interview to the next level by exchanging personal phone numbers, emails, and agreeing to do a background check. She said she has a friend who is a retired detective and he has done this for all of their previous nannies. So, of course.... I trusted her. I obviously never learn from previous experiences. There I go, without even a blink I gave her my drivers license number, social security number, and basically signed my life and semi-good credit away. I didn't think about it. And the conversation went on! She encouraged me to buy a vehicle. Here we go. I found a Rav4 that was totally adorable and somewhat in my price range. So incredibly excited I practically flew to the car dealership and signed papers!
Almost four hours later my phone rang, it was the dealership, they said I got approved for the loan. That was marvelous! Except one thing. What if this lady doesn't hire me? What if she does and then she FIRES me?? What if the pay is nothing like what she said it would be and I come out upside down in yet, another car!? All of these things flying around in my mind. I calm down just enough to realize I gave her my SSN. SHE COULD TAKE MY IDENTITY in half of a second if she really wanted to!!!!!!!!

Now, with nothing else to do but wait...I wonder why. Why do I do this all. the. time.? Why? Why do I have so much trust in the fellow-man!?!?