Christ.
It started out crappy enough… I didn’t want to get out of bed this morning, because I knew I had to work. I do all my normal stuff, check stuff on the computer, and head for work. When I start driving to work my fucking windshield wiper was fucking up, and it was snowing like a bitch (so that’s quite important). Since I know fucking nothing about cars, I went to work and asked for help… now, apparently not only did I need a new windshield wiper, but I was about… oh… three hours early for work. Great. So I went to Wal-Mart, showed them the broken wiper and they showed me which one I needed. Yay. I get into line with my one item… the express lane. The fastest fucking Goddamned lane, supposedly. I’m second in line. Lucky me! The lady in front of me is trying to use an expired credit card. Not only that, but the fucking STUPID cashier kept trying to put it through, about twenty times. No. It’s not working, you stupid bitch. They tried another one, which was also expired, and the lady started bitching at her. This continued for about fifteen minutes until they finally got that stupid bitch out of there, sans items she wanted. I paid for my wiper (about ten bucks) and then tried to affix it to my car. But there was one problem: the illustration on the fucking box was completely fucking stupid, and I couldn’t understand it. I go on for about fifteen more minutes until this old guy comes up, takes pity on me, and puts it on in about two seconds. Yay. I go home, about two hours before work. I sit down and relax… the calm before the storm. And then, when I finally have to go to work, I go not oh… half a mile away from my house… and yes. I was going thirty in about three inches of snow, but since the normal speed limit is around fourty, I figured it would be okay. It wasn’t okay. I tried to stop for the stop sign… and hooray! I veer into a fucking snowy, muddy, watery fucking ditch and turn my van completely on it’s side. YAAAAY! So I call the cops, they come… my fucking feet are freezing. It takes three hours. THREE FUCKING HOURS. For everything to pan out. And you know what? The only people who didn’t treat me completely like shit WAS THE FUCKING POLICE OFFICER! She was nice. I’ve never met a nice police officer, but the tow truck drivers were complete assholes. Well - the first guy was just a dumbass… the second guy seemed like he wanted to bite my fucking head off. Oh, don’t worry, I’m completely fine. But my car will only start for a little bit of a time… then it just fucking stalls and stops. Soooo- I’m without a car all week, most likely. Fucking fantastic.
I’m aware the details I’ve supplied are fairly nebulous at this time, and confusing since it’s all in one paragraph. I hope to organize my thoughts later… but right now I’m too fucking angry and I think I’m going to cry. Sorry for bothering you all with this, but I needed an outlet.
