Word of the week: Craptacular

[vawitch]

Well, i missed cazcatharsis' awesome weekly show cuz..... oh wait - let me back up.

6:30 Wed after work, I go in to my usual place for a massage, Massage Envy. Usually they do a great job - tonight was a different therapist. From the get-go, I wasn't sure about his technique - not that it was bad, but wasn't working for me. THEN, I start feeling pain - like WTF?? Turns out he uses his fingertips for pressure, which means I was getting dug by his fingernails. And since this was at the beginning, there went to whole damn session.

7:45 Ate a decent bite @ Panera while checking mail on my Asus Eee mini-laptop.

8:30 Then went to pick up my son K. 1) came from a different direction than I have before 2) was dark 3) the road-expansion project didn't bother to put barrels to denote the turn-interesection this time. So I turned too soon, thinking I was just going on dirt.

Result? I came to a sudden halt, w/ my entire front end & tires catching air

for 2 hours

8:55 call the ex, explain the sit.

9:25 Ask F to hold onto K & put him to bed, and we were waiting for the police to arrive to stop traffic so dad could try to pull my car-aft back the way I came - which means he could've been T-boned... then possibly a tow-truck, didn't know yet.

F: Why don't we wait a half-hour?
Me: Because at best case, that means K goes to bed an hour and a half past his bedtime. Did you get my email?
F: His report card, something about reading?
Me: Yea - where his test scores indicate he's only doing 34% of where he should be... he obviously needs to get his sleep, since being tired won't help.
F: I dunno - wait, I gotta go, I got a baby crying -click-

So my mom (bless my parents) leaves to get her car, comes back to pick up K, who's passed out, F has to carry him to her car, & he passes out again. In time to come back to the road where the towtruck is trying to line up w/ my car...(I went w/ her, cuz she didn't know where F lives). Even better? 2 - count em - TWO - cars passed me, incl one who also made the turn a bit short, and went down the road F lives (w/o stopping to ask if I needed help of course). Guess what I saw when I arrived @ F's MIL's house?? YUP - the 2 cars... it must've been Bunco night or something...

So 11pm rolls around before my son's in bed. $125 in towing (there goes my cat-deposit refund), and *very* cold feet.

At least massage-induced relaxation didn't go to waste :p

Comments

[cazcatharsis.livejournal.com]

good god woman. that beats my Ditch Bitch in Winnipeg story anyday. Ouch. Makes me wish they built more durable cars... just get someone to hit you hard enough and poof, your free and without damage. *mutter*

[okami-myrrhibis.livejournal.com]

believe me - I was almost wishing it'd been a real accident, whether someone hitting me or me really doing something stupid.

But it appears no damage to the car, just my pride. And my wallet.