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floatingleafWant to hear a funny story featuring an incredibly stupid woman?... Who is, of course, yours truly?... I bet you do. So... here goes. I locked myself out of my car this morning. With all my keys, purse, cellphone etc. INSIDE the car. How in hell did that happen?... Well, it happened precisely BECAUSE I am paranoid about getting locked out of my car. *nods*
My car is old and whimsical and acts weird sometimes. Like, for example, I can leave the doors closed, but unlocked, and they would lock all by themselves. It's happened maybe once or twice at the most, but it did - so it is possible. And that is why I always leave one of the doors slightly ajar when the key is in the ignition, while I am out of the car (removing the snow from it, for example, as was the case this morning). And that is why some of the snow got inside. And being the anal bitch that I am, I had to swipe the brush against the inside of the door, to remove the snow from it. And that is when I must have accidentally moved the switch on the inside of the door into 'locked' position. Which I, of course, didn't notice, because at the time I was already in a big hurry to get into the car and drive the hell off to work. So I slammed the passenger door closed and walked over to the other side... only to find it locked. And before you ask, I don't have a spare key; and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to use it, because it would be either in my purse (inside the car), or in my apartment (the keys to the apartment were inside the car, too - I wear them all on one big keychain, for practical reasons). So I didn't have many options, really (again, my cellphone was in the car, too; as well as any change I might have used for a pay phone, if there was one nearby). I walked over to the nearest little shopping plaza and, to my great relief, saw a police car parked there. So I waited for the officer to come back, and when he did, I told him what happened, sure he would be able to help. But guess what? He said he couldn't, because they weren't supposed to break into cars. Still, he wrote down my address and said he would see if he can maybe send someone over. With the emphasis on MAYBE. So I went into the little fast-food restaurant on the corner and asked them if I could use the phone, because I needed to tell my boss I was going to be late. Fortunately, the manager was a very nice guy and lent me his cell. So I made the call, and then walked back to my car to wait for the highly improbable police rescue. I lasted about an hour. It was still snowing, I might add - the wet, sloppy, disgusting late March snow that clings to your clothes and chills you to the bone. So I gave up on the police and went back to the nice restaurant manager, to see if maybe he could be of further assistance. So he called some friend of his, and soon enough this funny-looking Mexican guy comes over and starts poking at my car door with a clothes hanger. It took him forever (only one of my car locks works, btw - the one on the passenger side - and sometimes it's hard to open even with the key), but finally the door gave in (by then I was already so snow-soaked and chilled I was shaking all over). I gave him a twenty for his trouble. I was lucky, I guess, since the tow truck would probably charge me several times more. Still, it was a stupid waste of time, if not money, and I am not happy with myself right now. *headdesk*
So I finally got to work sometime around 11:30 (I normally start at 9:00). And pretty soon it turned out I needn't have bothered at all, because they announced early close due to bad weather (the snowfall was gradually getting heavier throughout the afternoon). Btw, can you imagine a severe snowstorm warning on March 21st?... I thought it was Easter, not Christmas this weekend. *headshake*
In other non-exciting news, msn hotmail just played an ugly trick on me and fucking ATE the draft of my message. It was a looong email to a friend, and I was almost done with it, but wanted to save to finish later. And the shitty thing told me it had saved it - except the 'saved draft' is now blank. WTF????... I spent HOURS writing that email over the past week or so. Why does shit like that never happen with short, unimportant messages you can retype in 30 seconds?...
Anyway... I don't seem to be spouting positive energy today, so I guess I'll just shut up. Maybe try to chill out by watching a movie or something...
My car is old and whimsical and acts weird sometimes. Like, for example, I can leave the doors closed, but unlocked, and they would lock all by themselves. It's happened maybe once or twice at the most, but it did - so it is possible. And that is why I always leave one of the doors slightly ajar when the key is in the ignition, while I am out of the car (removing the snow from it, for example, as was the case this morning). And that is why some of the snow got inside. And being the anal bitch that I am, I had to swipe the brush against the inside of the door, to remove the snow from it. And that is when I must have accidentally moved the switch on the inside of the door into 'locked' position. Which I, of course, didn't notice, because at the time I was already in a big hurry to get into the car and drive the hell off to work. So I slammed the passenger door closed and walked over to the other side... only to find it locked. And before you ask, I don't have a spare key; and even if I did, I wouldn't be able to use it, because it would be either in my purse (inside the car), or in my apartment (the keys to the apartment were inside the car, too - I wear them all on one big keychain, for practical reasons). So I didn't have many options, really (again, my cellphone was in the car, too; as well as any change I might have used for a pay phone, if there was one nearby). I walked over to the nearest little shopping plaza and, to my great relief, saw a police car parked there. So I waited for the officer to come back, and when he did, I told him what happened, sure he would be able to help. But guess what? He said he couldn't, because they weren't supposed to break into cars. Still, he wrote down my address and said he would see if he can maybe send someone over. With the emphasis on MAYBE. So I went into the little fast-food restaurant on the corner and asked them if I could use the phone, because I needed to tell my boss I was going to be late. Fortunately, the manager was a very nice guy and lent me his cell. So I made the call, and then walked back to my car to wait for the highly improbable police rescue. I lasted about an hour. It was still snowing, I might add - the wet, sloppy, disgusting late March snow that clings to your clothes and chills you to the bone. So I gave up on the police and went back to the nice restaurant manager, to see if maybe he could be of further assistance. So he called some friend of his, and soon enough this funny-looking Mexican guy comes over and starts poking at my car door with a clothes hanger. It took him forever (only one of my car locks works, btw - the one on the passenger side - and sometimes it's hard to open even with the key), but finally the door gave in (by then I was already so snow-soaked and chilled I was shaking all over). I gave him a twenty for his trouble. I was lucky, I guess, since the tow truck would probably charge me several times more. Still, it was a stupid waste of time, if not money, and I am not happy with myself right now. *headdesk*
So I finally got to work sometime around 11:30 (I normally start at 9:00). And pretty soon it turned out I needn't have bothered at all, because they announced early close due to bad weather (the snowfall was gradually getting heavier throughout the afternoon). Btw, can you imagine a severe snowstorm warning on March 21st?... I thought it was Easter, not Christmas this weekend. *headshake*
In other non-exciting news, msn hotmail just played an ugly trick on me and fucking ATE the draft of my message. It was a looong email to a friend, and I was almost done with it, but wanted to save to finish later. And the shitty thing told me it had saved it - except the 'saved draft' is now blank. WTF????... I spent HOURS writing that email over the past week or so. Why does shit like that never happen with short, unimportant messages you can retype in 30 seconds?...
Anyway... I don't seem to be spouting positive energy today, so I guess I'll just shut up. Maybe try to chill out by watching a movie or something...
