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I am irony's bitch. As you are about to see. As it goes, today was going well. I finally made some leeway in the whole truck incedent in September. It finally looked like I might get the money I was owed. Ten minutes after I found that out, I also got myself a second job. A second, $11 an hour weekend job. Hellyea. So to celebrate, I invited my friend jessica over to help me move my computer setup into my room (it was in the living room before). So she comes over, helps me move my computer. As it turns out, I needed another power strip. So we jump in Joe (my car) and head to Wal-mart. I pick up a power strip and a copy of "Conspiracy Theory" (to celebrate). As we're leaving I comment on how sucky woman drivers are (specifically, females ages 16-20 and 40+). We have a short discussion on the matter, with Jessica generally agreeing with me. Five minutes later a teenage girl turns in front of me, and Joe (dear, dear Joe) slams into the side of her truck head on at 'bout 30 miles an hour. So Joe is now sitting at the Ford dealership, waiting to get an estimate (and now that I think about it, I've gotta go call the claim in. One moment... ok) So now I'm out a car... and driving my parent's taurus until I can figure something out. To top things off, the tow truck driver took my car key, and locked my car. So I can't get in it to get "conspiracy theory". I'm sad.
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