One of those days
October 19th, 2006 by Wen
Here is the email I sent to someone after I got home tonight:
Oh man. After the day I had I’m not sure I’m driving anywhere ever again.
Here is the jist of my day:
12pm-Drive 101 to 60 to 710. Run over something on 710. Hear tire go “flap flap flap” Use many cuss words, get off freeway in South Gate (which was shortened from “Just south the gates of hell” from the Old Germanic also meaning “ghetto”)
Drive two more miles to find an appropriate, less kill-y, skanky, robbery, type place to stop my car. Stop car, reach into purse for cell phone. Reach into purse for cell phone. REACH INTO PURSE FOR CELL PHONE. Dump purse on seat. No cell phone. Spy pay phone right near car, pick all loose change off front seat and get out of car to call 1- boyfriend 2- Mercedes Benz roadside assistance.
Boyfriend offers to come get me (sweet boy), decide that won’t fix flat. Call MBZ talk to nice lady, tell her : “FLAT! BAD AREA! HELP!” Lady gets my location tells me Guy will be there 35-45 minutes. Thank lady. Spy Jack in the box across street. Decide low blood sugar not helpful. Go get fud.
Come back, take all crap out of trunk so guy can change tire without having to touch dead hooker hair crap and many many jackets. Eat greasy crap not from trunk. Wait.
And wait. and wait. two hours later. Many phone calls to BF, and a few more to MBZ when Fucker Guy finally shows up. Changes tire. Might still be waiting there for a tip. Drive to Irvine to drop off shears. Then onto MBZ dealer in Newport Beach to get new tire.
Told an hour and a half. Decide it’s fine because now totally screwed for traffic anyway. Decide to get pedicure from lady in MBZ dealership (this is a nice perk). Lady is old friend I used to work with. Get two hour pedi. Catch up with old friend. Calm down.
Get car- pay $360 for car wash tire- drive home, get caught in dead stop traffic on 710 in the exact same spot. Decide god hates me for driving to Orange County keeping blocking wires. Tell god that he can suck it, probably won’t drive to Orange County ever again still keeping the wires. Finally get home at 8.30.
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I dated (and I used the term “dated” loosely) this guy that lived in South Gate, and it was so bad I wouldn’t go to or leave his house after dark. You’re much tougher than me, because I would have flipped out if I had to wait by myself. Although, Jack In The Box tacos do make everything better.
Ah, cars and traffic. How I hate thee.
I want a two-hour pedicure. Seriously!
But I don’t want to pay $360 for it.
I got a flat tire in Rosarita Beach, Mexico once; had no spare so had no choice but to drive all the way to San Ysidro ON MY RIM. Made for a very interesting ride. Glad you and the piggies made out okay.