bernerbrau
Well-Known Member
You know that voice in your head that says, "I know the gas light has been on since Monday, but your paycheck doesn't clear until tomorrow. Your car will make it until then!"
Don't listen to that voice.
"Why Derek, whatever are you talking about?" My car died this morning pulling out of my apartment parking lot. Fortunately it was on a hill so I was able to put it in neutral and coast back into a parking spot.
I then walked a mile and a half to the nearest Shell station, picked up a gas can, and went to check out. There was a chain-smoking white trash lady chewing out the 60-year-old cashier AND her manager for hitting on her husband.
Then I walked the mile and a half back home. Did I mention my apartment sits atop an 80-foot hill? There's a slow incline that's another several thousand feet long, so I trudged up the steep incline up to my apartment to save time. I already walk 2 1/2 miles in the morning.
Made it to work an hour late, my hair is a wreck, I smell like gas, and my shirt is half-unbuttoned. Let's just say I really wish I hadn't had half a bottle of Malbec AND a 20-oz. Dead Guy last night!
If you thought you were having a rough morning, now you can smile because mine was officially worse than yours.
I exist only to entertain.
Don't listen to that voice.
"Why Derek, whatever are you talking about?" My car died this morning pulling out of my apartment parking lot. Fortunately it was on a hill so I was able to put it in neutral and coast back into a parking spot.
I then walked a mile and a half to the nearest Shell station, picked up a gas can, and went to check out. There was a chain-smoking white trash lady chewing out the 60-year-old cashier AND her manager for hitting on her husband.
Then I walked the mile and a half back home. Did I mention my apartment sits atop an 80-foot hill? There's a slow incline that's another several thousand feet long, so I trudged up the steep incline up to my apartment to save time. I already walk 2 1/2 miles in the morning.
Made it to work an hour late, my hair is a wreck, I smell like gas, and my shirt is half-unbuttoned. Let's just say I really wish I hadn't had half a bottle of Malbec AND a 20-oz. Dead Guy last night!
If you thought you were having a rough morning, now you can smile because mine was officially worse than yours.
I exist only to entertain.