So, yesterday I came out to my car to go home from work, and there was a dink on my car! "Oh my poor baby!!!" I yelped as I ran to it to see just how bad the damage was. It's the size of a marble, but not as deep, and VERY noticeable. I cursed the MF'n person who did this horrible thing to my baby as I was driving home. I called them every name in
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of course, yesterday i got so mad at the guy at the chevron, and those stupid guys who work for gothic landscaping kept hooting at me that i started kicking my car. i just kicked the crap out of it until my feet hurt.
thank god i'm weak and couldn't dent anything, but now my car has footprints on it...but it kinda blends with all the dirt so its ok.
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Ick about the stupid landscape guys!!! *GROWLS*
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today i was at the same gas station, wearing a blue wife-beater and sweat pants (i just rolled out of bed and totally looked like it). i made the mistake of driving my dad's miata instead of his truck (i lost my car keys for a few hours today so had to take dad's) so i had to stand there while pumping gas and deal with at least 10 people hoot, holler, and stand there and look me up and down. i felt so dirty. there is no reason that we should have to put up with this.
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