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Thursday, January 18, 2007

You've GOT to be kidding me...

Apparently, the Universe has decided that my life isn't quite suck-ass enough, so it graciously threw me another curve ball.

The day before yesterday, I left work slightly later than usual and traffic was picking up as the shifts at the hospital began to change. The road I travel on is a bumpy, pot hole ridden, single lane each way country road. For the most part, my journey to and from work is a peaceful one, surrounded by orchards and rolling meadows. But not on Tuesday.

As I was driving along, minding my business, a cluster of oncoming traffic moving my way caused me to veer a little closer to the shoulder. It doesn't take much for someone to drift over the center line, so I am always extra cautious of oncoming traffic. Anyway, just as I scootch over - BOOM! I hit a pothole right on the shoulder. And at the perfect angle for totally obliterating my front passenger side tire.

I pulled over immediately, screaming all the foul obscenities I could muster, and got out to check my tire. Yep, totally fucked. So, I call my brother, my rescuer, my salvation. He's been quite busy since my separation from my husband, but to be fair, I've called on my dad ten or six times as well. Well, my brother was right in the middle of something, and was willing to drop everything and come running, but tactfully suggested that I give our other brother a call and see what he was up to first. Something I hadn't thought of myself because our little brother is only 19 and hasn't previously been on my sister-in-need-of-rescue radar. But changing a tire was certainly something he could handle. And he lives alot closer to where I was.

Both of my brothers are princes among men, but my 19 year old brother and I have a mutual admiration society, so he was more than willing to rush to my aid. And aid me he did. Unfortunately, once he got the spare on, it was immediately apparent that there was not enough air in there. Something my other brother had predicted, both because he has more experience and because he is perfectly anal and thinks of these types of things.

So my little bro suggested that I follow him very slowly to the gas station and he would fill it up with air. A perfectly tangible plan for a mildly-experienced 19 year old boy and a total half-wit 36 year old woman. A smarter plan would have been to remove the spare, go fill it with air and bring it back. Much, much smarter, as it turns out, because by the time we made it to the gas station, my spare was totally shredded. FUCK.

Little Bro immediately starts calling everyone he knows to see if anyone has a four-lug spare. Sadly, every.last.person he knows has a five-lug car. FUCK again. Finally, I get a ride into town with my sad, broken tire and meet my other brother, the one with the credit card. He takes over the rescue from there. We go to two different shops and end up spending $75 on a new tire and then waiting about 45 minutes for them to put it on. By the time I got home for the day, it was 8:45 p.m.

As if my day weren't sour enough, I remembered that I was supposed to do a mystery shop on my way home from work and missed it. My Internet connection was totally fucking with me, so I couldn't even go online and reschedule.

THEN, to add insult to injury, I go to turn on the second half of the season premiere of American Idol, and find out my cable is off. Which means, of course, that even TIVO isn't picking it up. I manage to get that worked out and catch the last 45 minutes of the show.

I feel like crying, y'all. All that stuff I said about being an optimist, yeah, seeeeriously being tested right now.

posted by *******DIANE******* @ 10:17 AM

2 Comments:

At 5:15 PM, Pamela said…

Damn. You don't just get rained on, do you? It's like a torrential downpour out there.
At 6:52 AM, Kimberly said…

Well, shit. That just sucks. You really deserve some better days soon.