I was only blowing off steam last night. I really didn't think anything was going to actually happen when I decided to go out again tonight to work out and then dink around on my laptop with coffee. Everything was better tonight -- no lost keys, no bumping into tables and spilling coffee -- except for the ride to the coffeehouse. Not only did I brave the potholes again, but I'll be goddamned if I had to have a Heineken bottle laying right at the meter I wanted to park at. I tried to avoid it, I thought I avoided it, but as I was nosing my car to the meter, boosh!
Fuck!!! God I hope I don't have a flat tire. I have shit to do tomorrow. Why in the hell do I have to drive to a meter that happens a bottle there?
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