Last night sucked

I had no less than 4 shitty things happen to me yesterday that just made it one of the worst I can remember. The day started at the crack of noon, and I shuffled around the house for an hour or two, trying to remember the things I'd told myself I would do that day. There were the usual, going to the gym, doing homework, and the like, always present but not immediately concerning.

Suddenly I remembered I had to go get my transmission flushed out. I usually go to the same car shop to get everything done, because they're very reasonably priced, honest, and do good work. These people have never overcharged me for anything, and never tried to extract money from me by coming up with unnecessary repairs. During my last oil change, they informed me I would probably need to get my transmission and radiator fluids flushed out and replaced, with the cost of $130 and $80 respectively. I talked to a friend of mine who is a mechanic and he said that was very low.

A few days ago I heard an ad on the radio that a car dealership was offering half-off service specials. So any repair they do on your car would only be charged half the usual price. I know dealerships tend to overcharge on repairs, and I hate dealing with the hives of scum and villany that are the domain of pushy car salesmen, but I thought even with all that, the 50% off would make up for it. I called and asked about pricing, and they said usually the transmission flush was $200 and the radiator flush was $160. So I'd get the first for a hundred, and the second for about the same as the other place. I decided to go ahead and do the transmission, thinking I'd save $20 or so. Boy was I wrong.

They promised to have me in and out in about 45 minutes, but actually took 2 hours. Not only that, but when I grew tired of watching reruns of "The Parkers" on BET (Blaxploitation TV at its finest) in their waiting room and decided to inquire about the status of my vehicle, they informed me that my cooling fan had an issue. Repairs would cost upwards of $150. I smelt bullshit, and told them to just finish it and give it back. It ended up costing $132 (about 30 more than promised), but I was too tired and in a hurry to argue. My squadron was holding a charity poker tournament, and I had promised to participate as well as lend them my poker chips, table and cards. I was already running late by the time I got out of the dealership with my car.

At the game, I ended up being the second person to lose all their chips, and while it was predictable, I was still disappointed, and it just added to the day's crappiness. I went back home and decided to go to a BBQ get together at a friend's house with my roommate's 2 friends that were visiting from out of town. One of them happened to be 16. About half an hour later, my roommate called, freaking out that I had brought an underage person to a house party where there was alcohol. He was probably right, though I didn't see the issue, as she wasn't actually drinking, and it was more of a quiet get together than a party, but he was adamant that I'd go to jail if the police showed up.

So I drove them back home, and then returned to the party. I had the misfortune of parking too close to the neighbor's mailbox and accidentally knocked it off with my mirror. I left a note apologizing and informing them I'd pay for the repairs, and then went back to the party, where my friends alternately gave me crap about it and worried about the consequences, ranging from being prosecuted for tampering with the mail, to having to pay $200+ to replace it. By this time I'd had enough and decided to just go home before anything else happened.

So to recap:

- shitty expensive car repairs
- rushed all day
- starving
- lost a poker game
- got yelled at by a number of people
- Damaged my car and someone else's mailbox which I will probably have to pay for.

Worst day in a while.

Fatty McBouncerface

I went to a bar the other night with my roommate and his girlfriend, and as we went in, the obese lady sitting behind the front counter asked to see our IDs.  My roommate and I both presented ours without incident, but the girlfriend had hers in one of those clear plastic windows some wallets have, which displeased the meat wagon, who snapped at her that she needed to take the ID out and give it to her. 

Someone woke up on the wrong side of the reinforced bed this morning

I had already turned away, and didn't catch what happened next, but a few seconds later, I saw Her Ponderosity give the ID back and ask combatively if there was a problem.  With a puzzled expression, the girlfriend said "no?" and the butterball said "I didn't think so," as if she dared girlfriend to say something.  The malice in her voice was unexpected, and pissed us all off.  Of course, since there was a corpulent female cop sitting next to her, we weren't about to say anything, because we wanted to avoid any trouble.

Both of you

When we were out of earshot, we tried to figure out just what the hell she had done to anger the Beast.  We came up with no logical explanation and resorted instead to insulting her.  The insults ranged from everything from base name calling (all revolving around her figure) to questioning the reasons for her attitude:

Me: Well maybe she was abused as a child and resorted to stuffing her face to dull the pain.
Roommate and Girlfriend: I fucking hope so.

Girlfriend was still fuming a few minutes later, until I told her:

"I may die alone, but she's going to die fat and alone.  Does that make you feel any better?"

Girlfriend: Wow, surprisingly, yes, it does.

And all was well with the world.