I didn't know if I should title it that, or "Do Bad Things Happen When You're Upset?" ...
Story time!
Yesterday was National Sandwich Day and I'm still pouting because I was at work and even though I hinted at it, my boyfriend (who was off) didn't bring me a sandwich.
Work sucked major hairy camel ass, BUT, yay for being employed, right?
Today was MY day off and my boyfriend asked if I could take his car to be smogged while he was at work, and then go to DMV to pick up his new personalized plates. -_- This involved switching cars for the day, not a big deal, and now I get to drive Queen Victoria.
I got off to a slow start because it's my day off so naturally I want to sleep in. But then it involved reading the letter from DMV to make sure I have all my ducks in a row. I know, right? Reading on my day off ... the audacity! ;) I had to print out proof of insurance from my app. More work.
12:30ish
I texted my boyfriend to tell him that MY screwdriver (from MY pink tool bag) is missing and he calls me back ... something that didn't require a call ... instead of telling me where my damn screwdriver is, he says "you're still home??" in that tone like 'do you know what time it is?'. O.M.G. that just stoked my already short fuse ... Now I'm pissed. It's only noon. I'M the one who has to wait at DMV - DID I MENTION IT WAS MY DAY OFF?! - and he didn't even bring me a sandwich yesterday. I'm not being dramatic. I had to sit down for a minute to stop the tears.
1p
Texted him to let him know the registration wasn't in the car. If you ask me why it's not in the car ... I swear to God ...
1:12p
The smog place is half a block away, there were 3 other cars in front of me but it's going pretty fast. Got the new smog paper and I'm cruising to DMV. Still mad but feeling better, it is all blue skies and breezy. The wind thru the window is messing up my curls and I don't care because it feels nice.
DMV is 20 minutes away and halfway there I notice smoke in the passenger sideview mirror. At first I think it's dust from a dirt lot I'm passing but then I smell antifreeze, so I turn off at the first corner, pull in about a 100 feet past 3 cars that are parked near the intersection and stop the car. When I stopped driving, the sudden cease in motion caused a small cloud to *poof* in front of me and I could see it WAS indeed my car who was smoking.
1:45p
Now I've gotta call my bf at work and give him bad news. I looked under the car and saw a slow drip, but when I opened the hood there was anti-freeze EVERYWHERE.
I sent my bf pictures.
He calls up his mechanic and they arrange to send a tow truck.
Meanwhile, those cars parked at the corner had to do with a fender-bender and a cop is there taking a report. After I've been there standing/walking around the car for 20 minutes the cop must've asked someone if I was with them because I hear a guy say "no, she got here after we did". The cop starts to walk my way and asks "is everything ok over here?" (My hood has been propped up like forever, so, no.)
Me: yeah ... (initiate diarrhea-of-the-mouth-sequence) ... I recounted my life for the past half hour or so ...
Cop: yeahhhh, that's antifreeze ...
Me: -_-
Cop: this is NIIICE car. What year is this?
Me: 2007 ?
Cop: it looks brand new
Me: yeah ...
Cop: Do you need a tow?
Me: my boyfriend has arranged for one
Cop: did they say how many hours it would be?
Me: hopefully not "hours"
Cop: let me know, I can call for a tow, they'll get here quick
Me: thank you!
Cue bf who comes speeding around the corner like he stole a car and pulls up behind us. I even sent him a text: "Don't speed when you turn on Washburn, there's a cop car at the corner taking pictures ...".
After looking around and under the car for 5 minutes he finds a busted hose.
I tell him about the cops offer to get us a tow. Bf calls mechanic for ETA on their tow truck. He says '3 hours'. -_- He cancels the tow and goes to talk with the cop.
(to be continued, I have to go shower)
I don't mind waiting around with the car. I am a patient person. I was born to marinate ... well, not for 3 hours, but I can wait.
Moral ofthe story: when your witch gf asks you for a sandwich ...
