So today started out pretty well...not even very Monday-ish for a Monday! We were testing for the first half of school, then another teacher took over my tutoring session so I had ample time to get everything I needed to do done. So I journeyed home, and then the REAL fun began!
I got all the way home in my car, which is a TOTAL piece, by the way. I now listen to the Ticket (sports radio) because it is the only station my janky car can pick up these days, now that my iPOD charger is stuck forever inside my cassette player. YES MY CAR STILL HAS A CASSETTE PLAYER!
Anywho.... so I get all the way home and go to park in front of my casa, like I always do, because I'm lazy like that! I usually get great parking (a perk of a teacher's schedule), but not today! Every mexicano in town had their hoopty (ahem...not that I'm one to talk) lining the streets, because they are repainting our condo complex. So, pissed off, I U-turn to go park myself in the back in gated parking. I get to the gate, click my gate opener and nothing. No open saysame! My gate opener batteries are dead. Mega pissed off now, I U-turn back to the front and have to inconveniently back up into a spot down the street. POP!!!!! WHOOOOOSH!
That my friends is the sound of my tire hitting some metal wire protruding from the sidewalk and then the subsequent air rushing out of my tire. AWESOMEEEEE!! FML. Seriously?!??! SERIOUSLY!!! RED ALERT PISSED OFF!
So I go to call Mason and he knew exactly what I was talking about because he has been eyeing that piece of metal for years now thinking to himself, "man that would suck if someone popped their tire on this"...grrrreat!
So I know it sounds like I was Mexican bashing earlier, but I wasn't... me gusto todos los mexicanos! Especially because my MISA came to save the day ( my "Mexican In Shining Armor"). :) A painter from down the street helped me remove my car from the wire, jacked my car up and then was going to attach my spare tire. I mean it was the least he could do since he stole my parking spot and all. But guess what? You need a secret key to get the tire off the back of the car. A key I don't have!!! WHYYYYYYY MEEEE!? So the friendly latino wasted his time helping a cute, automobile-challenged blonde with a shitty car!
Anyway, Mason did the rest of the damage control when he got home and $108.25 later my car is as good as new. Ha, not really, but it'll drive.
So anyway, it's going to be a McDonald's for dinner, 2 (maybe 3) glasses of wine, Gossip Girl kinda night! Somebody's got a case of the Mondays!