worst day.

ironic little bugger:

today was the actual worst day of my life. 

the light bulb exploded in my bathroom this morning. probs should've taken that as a bad omen.

so like,
apparently my parking pass had expired.
and i had a boot.
on my tire.
but i had no idea....
until i started driving and cruuuuunch. that sound shouldn't be happening. okay great. look. a boot.

so i called the boot removal place.
"okay that'll be 60$. we'll be there in half an hour."
....*kailey waiting outside in the freezing cold*
*checks phone call history.* [57 minutes later. no sign of boot removal man.]
*calls boot removal man*
"hi, i called about an hour ago, and was told someone would be here to remove the boot on my car within 30 minutes."
"well, it certainly hasn't been an hour!"
okay look weenie, check my phone call history, it has been 57 minutes, so yeah, i guess you're right. it's been 3 minutes short of an hour but you know what you're still 27 minutes late.

anyway. he finally got here.

boot removal man: "okay, so you broke the boot....um...so i'll actually have to charge you 225$. not 60$."

boot removal man: "wow, the boot is stuck. i might have to take your tire off."

boot removal man: "shoot, looks like the boot is stuck in your breaks. your tire won't come off..."

boot removal man: "this is probably the second worst case i've ever worked on."

boot removal man: "congratulations, this is actually the worst case i. have. ever. worked. on."

boot removal man: "well i can't get the boot off, and i can't get your tire back on. so i'm just going to leave."

*kailey says a lot of bad words in her head*
*kailey cries a little bit*
*kailey complains to quentin.*

*dad calls and talks to boot removal man.*

boot removal man: "oh look...the tire came off!"

boot removal man: "i'm sorry, i understand, this is inconvenient for me too."

okay no, weenie, you're actually getting paid right now, so if you could just go stick your head in  a toilet or something....

....and that's how i became a murderer.

anyway.
alex and i finally made it home for lunch.
at 6.

the moral of the story might be that i am an angry crier. or that sometimes you just need a hug when idiots have no idea how to fix your tire. or maybe the moral of the story is it's important to have a good husband who will comfort you on your worst days. (merci.)

whatevs. at least my mom made me a cake. (the actual moral of the story is probably that cake makes everything a little less bad.)

<3