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And Karma said, "Today, I will kick Brandon in the ass."
So, this morning, I'm on my way to campus, rocking out to Depeche Mode in the good ol' minivan. I see this chick driving one of those big white Lincoln SUVs. I notice...hey, her back tire is like...flat, I wonder if she notices. Obviously not, because she keeps driving it.
I think to myself, "hmmm, I should tell her that her tire is going flat. That would be the nice thing to do." So, I'm trying to figure out how to tell her that her tire is flat. Like, what hand gesture would be the best to convey it? I can't think of anything, and I'm too shy to roll down my window and yell at her. So, I just decide that she'll figure it out, and that it wasn't totally flat, just getting there, so she would be okay.
Fast forward to me driving on the freeway like four hours later. I'm headed back to campus after having come home to have lunch between obligations. Now, I am en route to a study group for an essay we have due tomorrow. I'm still rocking out to Depeche Mode during all of this, because they are just ridiculously awesome.
Suddenly, I hear a noise. It sounded like something smacked up against the side of my car, like a large rock or something, and I'm like, "what the fuck?" I keep driving, doesn't seem to be any damage. It was just odd. And then...the front right side of my car begins to lower itself and my car starts wanting to feer to the right.
Fuck, I got a flat...on the fucking FREEWAY! In the fucking FAST LANE! During RUSH HOUR FUCKING TRAFFIC!
I had to pull it over to the side, hop a curb to get off the freeway because there was no way I was staying there, and then God opened up the clouds just a little for me, because where I pulled off...there just happened to be a tire repair shop. Holy fucking shit!
They probably planted the goddamn nail that got my tire in the first fucking place.
Fuck life, and fuck Karma. I should have told the girl she had a flat, and this all could have been avoided. Next time, I'm yelling out my window. Fuck being shy. Fuck it right in the ear.
So, this morning, I'm on my way to campus, rocking out to Depeche Mode in the good ol' minivan. I see this chick driving one of those big white Lincoln SUVs. I notice...hey, her back tire is like...flat, I wonder if she notices. Obviously not, because she keeps driving it.
I think to myself, "hmmm, I should tell her that her tire is going flat. That would be the nice thing to do." So, I'm trying to figure out how to tell her that her tire is flat. Like, what hand gesture would be the best to convey it? I can't think of anything, and I'm too shy to roll down my window and yell at her. So, I just decide that she'll figure it out, and that it wasn't totally flat, just getting there, so she would be okay.
Fast forward to me driving on the freeway like four hours later. I'm headed back to campus after having come home to have lunch between obligations. Now, I am en route to a study group for an essay we have due tomorrow. I'm still rocking out to Depeche Mode during all of this, because they are just ridiculously awesome.
Suddenly, I hear a noise. It sounded like something smacked up against the side of my car, like a large rock or something, and I'm like, "what the fuck?" I keep driving, doesn't seem to be any damage. It was just odd. And then...the front right side of my car begins to lower itself and my car starts wanting to feer to the right.
Fuck, I got a flat...on the fucking FREEWAY! In the fucking FAST LANE! During RUSH HOUR FUCKING TRAFFIC!
I had to pull it over to the side, hop a curb to get off the freeway because there was no way I was staying there, and then God opened up the clouds just a little for me, because where I pulled off...there just happened to be a tire repair shop. Holy fucking shit!
They probably planted the goddamn nail that got my tire in the first fucking place.
Fuck life, and fuck Karma. I should have told the girl she had a flat, and this all could have been avoided. Next time, I'm yelling out my window. Fuck being shy. Fuck it right in the ear.