This morning I got to my car and discovered that it had been broken into *again*. Quelle surprise, say my regular readers. Damage was minimal, and nothing taken. They just tossed the car and moved on. I want one of those window stickers like the "Baby on Board" ones except this one would say "Attention Fuck Monkeys: I have removed the face plate from my stereo. Plus, the stereo sucks. You are best served if you just keep moving."
Then there was the impatient prick in the car behind me who spastically beat on his horn because I refused to turn left through the wall of cars coming from the opposite direction.
The topper, really, was the guy in the SUV who decided that he was in such a hurry that he'd try to pass me on the right, just as the right lane was merging. He only pushed me half way into the third lane, but since he was driving on the shoulder doing fifty he spat a rock at me that put another crack in my windscreen.
Once I got to the parking lot I sat in the car and sang for a while, and so now I'm ready to talk to clients. My only hope is that I'm serving to draw bad luck away from any of my friends who might need it.
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