Car Angst:
- Wednesday night I got a warning ticket for my headlight. Three fucking weeks without a cop bothering me and I pass a cop who had just got done writing someone else a ticket, who apparently was on a ticket writing high, and he got me. Damn. Oh well, I have until tomorrow evening to get my headlight fixed and inspected by a cop and have the cop sign off on my "warning ticket" so I don’t have to pay a $100 fine.
- I called the car repair place yesterday and got an estimate on replacing the headlight AND getting the hood to open again. (See Why You Should Never Get an Oil Change) I was given a reasonable estimate and I said I would drop my car off first thing in the morning and was told that it would be ready by the afternoon. Now keep in mind I called their downtown location number.
- I dropped off my car this morning at the DOWNTOWN LOCATION at 7:00 a.m. There wasn’t anyone there yet, so I put my key in an envelope with instructions written on the envelope as to what needed to be done and dropped them in the slot. I called the DOWNTOWN LOCATION NUMBER at 8:00 a.m. to make sure that they had gotten my car. Well, guess what? THAT LOCATION IS CLOSED. WHAT THE FUCK????? There was no sign on the door saying it was closed. There was nothing indicating that they had closed that shop down!
- The guy on the phone reassures me that they will pick up my car because they do still pick cars up down there to be fixed. Again, WTF??? Whatever, they supposedly picked up my car and hopefully they are working on it as I type this, but I have a small fear that nothing has been done because I still haven’t heard anything from them. I think I’ll be calling them in a few minutes.
Hair Angst:
My hair is at that annoying length that only serves to drive me crazy and avoid doing my bidding. Therefore it will remain in a pony tail until it reaches its designated length. Or something to that effect. It’s either that or I shave it, and while this is a tempting thought, it kind of negates the whole "growing my hair out" thing.
Angst Angst or Angst in General:
- If I don’t get my car back in time, I won’t be going to the lake and getting buck wild and crazy and maybe topless, because the lake is 4 HOURS AWAY. BY VEHICLE.
- My Friday night will consist of me and three strapping young….washing machines and hopefully 4 dryers. I have no clean clothes or towels and I’m running low on undergarments.
- I am ice cream deprived. My roommate and I have a serious addiction to ice cream and I think we’ve been without for at least two weeks now. I’m starting to look at people and see tubs of ice cream. It’s getting pretty bad. In fact, I think I will go remedy this now.
And Now for Some Happy:
Have a good Memorial Weekend!
I used to work with this fellow named James. He was really big and really black and had an accent that said “I’m from the Deep South. Can you tell?” and a really low gravelly voice. He had been a Marine and seen combat in Vietnam and he was, to put it politely, cognitively well suited to his shipping/receiving job. He had all manner of little sayings, like, “I like ‘em with some meat on their bones!” in reference to his 280 lb wife. He was earthy to say the least.
The best thing he used to say was what he always said when something had gone wrong that was beyond our control. He would tell me solemnly, “That’s fucked up Bobby.”
In reference to your car ordeal, let me speak now as James.
“That’s fucked up Gracie.”
Not that you want to know, but if you buy a lightbulb at an auto shop, they are easy to replace.