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Aug 10, 2005 18:47

So today went by pretty slow. I drove the work truck around all day going to different stores to find odd supplies that nobody carried. Then when I came home I wanted to go riding, but last time I did my hands started to hurt, so I figured I'd go buy some gloves since I've been needing them for a long time. I drove down town and took a walk to check things out a bit and took a little too long. I made it to the first bike shop just as they were closing but their prices were fucking ridiculous. The second one was already closed but they left their door open so I got in anyway. I found a pair that would suffice for me so I took them to the counter. The guy was kind of an ass to me and told me my card was declined. I thought he just didn’t want to redo his calculations up so he made it up. When I got home someone was parked in my spot so I parked in someone else’s and went up stairs to check my account. It turns out my stupid bank didn't transfer the money I put in there and kept giving me errors every time I tried. I decided I'd go move my car back to my spot to be nice hoping the person had moved their car by now. No, the douche bag was still parked there and I had to park in the garage.

On my short drive to the garage I also decided since I was in there I'd change my oil. Well, in order to get in the garage i had to take my key off the ring instead of putting it in my pocket, I left it sitting on my dashboard. I forgot about my phone, and left it in the glove box. I kept repeating to myself while checking the oil, "don't forget the key." Then I finished and got distracted by someone and shut the garage door. Then I started back to the apartment. Once I got up the stairs I realized I didn’t have my phone and said, "Oh FUCK!!" really loud. The two kids playing at the bottom of the stairs stopped and stared at me, then at the same time said, "UUUUMMMMMMM, you just said a bad word."

I said, "yes I did"

So I searched in our apartment papers for the managers number then remembered i didn’t have a phone so I started looking for her address. Seeing as to how Gabe's in Washington until the weekend, I couldn’t really get a hold of him for the other key. After no luck in finding her number or address I walked down to the office which did me no good, so I said fuck it, and walked home. Then I wrote an email to the bank telling them they made me lock my key in the car because they wouldn’t transfer my money.

Man, if I had my phone, Id get that fucker towed, I’m tired of being nice and never allowing me or my friends to park in other peoples spots, but those assholes are always parking in mine.
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