Annnnnd . . . Scene!
Oh, for the love . . .
The other day I was at work and some rocket scientist drove into the side of Chad’s PARKED car. Yeah, it was just sitting there, minding it’s own business while I was inside, and some lady in a giant car (really, why do SUVs need to be that big?) thought it might be, I don’t know, funny (?), to see how far she could drive her car through mine. Turns out, the answer is ‘very’. She drove her car very far through our car.
Exhibit A
The Headless Wonder to the right was Miss Knievel’s passenger. I blurred her out because it’s bad enough she has to know the driver well enough to have been in a car with her. Public humiliation, in blog form, just seems mean.
Oh, I do want to mention my thought process before I found out it was our car that got hit. Ready?
Whomp! Beep! Beep! Beep! “Wow, that’s gotta suck for that guy. Why is Courtney racing to the back door? Is that her car alarm? She’s coming back in, so it must be something el-”
“Um, Kendra? I think someone just hit Chad’s car.”
So, the car is totaled and we’re without wheels until Chad finds a new ride. It’s cool for now, though. I’m used to not having a car, but Chad relies pretty heavily on one for work. Luckily, the job he’s on now is pretty close to our apartment. Hopefully, by the time the next job rolls around, he’ll have found something reliable. You know, where all the windows work, and it’s not a five-step process to lock the doors. Som’n classy.
Anyway, yeah I’m working a little bit. A the yarn store I worked at before my last trip back to Vermont. It’s under new ownership, and it’s wicked sweet. Feels nice to get out of the house and earn some money. Though, I feel like I should write to The WB, and apologize in the ratings dip they’re about to see in their “Comcast: On Demand: WB: The O.C.” category.
I’m a study in productivity.
