F*!@$$
Holy. Fucking. Christ.
So. We *all* know that my truck is dead.
Deader'n'dead.
So, thus I am taking a cab to work, yes? With me? okay. So I call the cab today, it takes me to work. Yadayada.
At 2:45am I get off of work and after rigorous searching, am at a complete loss as to the whereabouts of my keys.
So I call the cab place at 3:00am asking if they had found my keys. They had. So I said, hey, I need a ride home and my keys. They said, Okay.
3:30 and they had not come. I call, he says, "I'm on my way."
3:59 and still not here. I call. Another guy answers, says he's on his way.
4:15 and not fucking there. Had offers from all sorts of people to go home, problem? Can't get into the apartment without my fucking keys. Bastard cab driver knows this. Told him. Had conversation with the fuckmook. So I call, rip him a new one and:
4:20 he's there. Picks me up. Takes me home, and voila. During the car ride, his two "friends?" are makingout/havingsex/whatever in the backseat... AND having a conversation at the same time. He's explaining to me how he's been arrested at the pool hall before, how he was asleep when I called the first few times and had no intention of picking me up, and he was charging me four extra bucks. Yeah no.
Know that my sin is wrath, and had I a crowbar at that moment, there would be a dead cabbie in murfreesboro.
I did however have the distinct pleasure of verbally castrating the moron. With great. Sadistic. Pleasure.
*rages.*
So. We *all* know that my truck is dead.
Deader'n'dead.
So, thus I am taking a cab to work, yes? With me? okay. So I call the cab today, it takes me to work. Yadayada.
At 2:45am I get off of work and after rigorous searching, am at a complete loss as to the whereabouts of my keys.
So I call the cab place at 3:00am asking if they had found my keys. They had. So I said, hey, I need a ride home and my keys. They said, Okay.
3:30 and they had not come. I call, he says, "I'm on my way."
3:59 and still not here. I call. Another guy answers, says he's on his way.
4:15 and not fucking there. Had offers from all sorts of people to go home, problem? Can't get into the apartment without my fucking keys. Bastard cab driver knows this. Told him. Had conversation with the fuckmook. So I call, rip him a new one and:
4:20 he's there. Picks me up. Takes me home, and voila. During the car ride, his two "friends?" are makingout/havingsex/whatever in the backseat... AND having a conversation at the same time. He's explaining to me how he's been arrested at the pool hall before, how he was asleep when I called the first few times and had no intention of picking me up, and he was charging me four extra bucks. Yeah no.
Know that my sin is wrath, and had I a crowbar at that moment, there would be a dead cabbie in murfreesboro.
I did however have the distinct pleasure of verbally castrating the moron. With great. Sadistic. Pleasure.
*rages.*