So this week it happened again. The shit. And what do you do when life gives you shit? Make "shitade?" I don't think so.
I drive a 2005 Jeep Wrangler. I LOVE my car. If I could date my car, I would. Just kidding... kind of. But, seriously just kidding...
Monday I could tell something was wrong with my car, it didn't feel right when I was driving. You know what I'm talking about... when you drive the same car for 7 years you can tell when something is off. Only problem was I didn't know what was off. I figured it out pretty quickly Tuesday morning.
FAST FORWARD.
Tuesday morning 7am.
Me: "DAD!!!! Pick up your phone!!!! It's 7am I know you are awake!!!!
GAHHHHH. No answer. I try 4 more times then call my mom, who picks up immediately.
(Yes, she scores parent points. OBV.- especially since she's on central time and it's earlier)
Me: "Mom something is wrong with my car. I'm in 6th and its running like it's in 3rd!!!!"
5 minutes later my car is barely coasting to a stop on the side of the highway in the middle of nowhere. Ok the middle of between my apartment and work. BFE. FUCK MY LIFE!!!! (Oh, I forgot no cursing....). F MY LIFE!!!!!
2 hours later the tow truck finally came. 5 hours later the mechanic finally called. YUP. It's your clutch. We have to order a new one from Ohio... it will be here Friday. We'll have your car back to you in 6 days. Oh, and it's only $990.49. No worries!
COUGH! Yes, the shit storm will not stop. Thank you Car Gods.
Naturally as soon as I got to school that night I went to the bar before class to get a beer to take the edge off. Then during break went down to have a red headed slut. It was a rough day Tuesday. Then my seat mate in accounting judged me for taking a shot to wake up and my professor called me out in front of the class and called me a liar.
HA. Oh awesomeness is just abounding this week. Just abounding.
xoxo. Jildo or SALSA (as now everyone is becoming to know me. GAH.)
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