New = Better

I have this memory from high school...I must have been about fifteen and my dad was going to drive me to school.  Normally we would have taken his 1985 Ford truck, which, despite it's age, could still get you around fairly reliably, but instead my dad wanted to drive his recently rebuilt 1950s MGB (cue images of little baby blue convertible sports cars).  So we hop in and it starts right up and we head on down the street.  About ten houses later the car sputters and dies in the middle of the street.  My dad tries the key a couple times with no luck.  In my dad's opinion, it wasn't practical to call a tow truck.  He thought it would be cheaper and faster for us to push the car home.  Yes, push.  (Cue images of a cute little blond in her cute little high school outfit pushing the little blue convertible.)  It. Was. Awful.  It was almost as embarrassing as the time my mom made me mow the lawn...the front lawn...where everyone driving by, including the boy down the street who tormented me relentlessly, could see.  So we got the car home and proceeded to take my dad's truck instead, but this began my myriad of reasons why I don't like old things.  They don't work.  Period. 

Back to the present...the sorority house is also old.  One building is from 1920, the other two are from 1950.  The wiring is ancient (fuses to be specific), the pipes are kinda stinky and I think the insulation has long since disintegrated.  In the last month, two different heaters stopped working.  I'm not lucky enough for them both to break at the same time, but separately, which means I have to call the heating guy twice, try to find a sorority girl who will be home to let him in and then hope that he can fix it on the first try.  We've also had the toilet and shower clogged, the dishwasher and washing machines overflow, the hot water stop working and the same three light bulbs burn out every couple weeks.  I'm not exaggerating when I say the house keeps me busy.  All this only strengthens my case of wanting to buy a brand new home.  House Dad might take a little longer to convince, but I think another year or so should do it.