This was not a great day.
Driving my mom's car, because mine's dead. Before work, I need to out some oil in. I manage to knock the oil cap off the engine and down onto a support. Between the block and the radiator. Spend a few minutes getting the goddamn thing out, then spend a few more minutes washing the black crud off my arms. Scrubbing it off my sun burned arms.
10 minutes late for work.
At lunch, I go to the bank, to find out why I'm being triple-charged on my automatic payments, like Blockbuster and insurance. "Oops" they say. I'll get the money back in 2 to 4 weeks. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Go to the store to get my lunch. Takes for damn ever to make my sammich. I go to pay, and the damned ATM card reader is going screwy on me. 5 more minutes to pay 6 goddamn dollars.
Get to the car, and I've got a flat. Ran over a nail somewhere down the line. Go back to the store, buy some Slime. 5 MORE minutes, due to the goddamn ATM readers. Get the slime in the wheel, limp to the gas station and refil the air. 15 minutes late for work.
Coming home from work, I get pulled over. Mom, it turns out, never got it registered. Oops!
More luck, my license is suspended. Had no idea. Shouldn't they give you some warning or other?
Driving my mom's car, because mine's dead. Before work, I need to out some oil in. I manage to knock the oil cap off the engine and down onto a support. Between the block and the radiator. Spend a few minutes getting the goddamn thing out, then spend a few more minutes washing the black crud off my arms. Scrubbing it off my sun burned arms.
10 minutes late for work.
At lunch, I go to the bank, to find out why I'm being triple-charged on my automatic payments, like Blockbuster and insurance. "Oops" they say. I'll get the money back in 2 to 4 weeks. Sorry for the inconvenience.
Go to the store to get my lunch. Takes for damn ever to make my sammich. I go to pay, and the damned ATM card reader is going screwy on me. 5 more minutes to pay 6 goddamn dollars.
Get to the car, and I've got a flat. Ran over a nail somewhere down the line. Go back to the store, buy some Slime. 5 MORE minutes, due to the goddamn ATM readers. Get the slime in the wheel, limp to the gas station and refil the air. 15 minutes late for work.
Coming home from work, I get pulled over. Mom, it turns out, never got it registered. Oops!
More luck, my license is suspended. Had no idea. Shouldn't they give you some warning or other?