I’ll save y’all from another post on running for now–there’ll be plenty of time for that tomorrow. I’m trying to conserve my energy (such as it is) so when my mother asked me to go with her to Walmart to show her how to work that digital picture machine I was kind of put off. It was raining so I parked in a garage area with some cover overhead. Spots were few and far between, so I eventually settled for a spot next to a concrete pillar. It was a tight fit, but I made it in.
At Walmart we chose the photos and submitted them for developing. I swear, my mother would be so capable of doing these on her own if she’d only show some interest in learning, you know? Anyway, we had an hour to kill so I just wandered around the mall. After what seemed like an eternity of just aimlessly wandering from store to store we met back in Walmart. I was tired and kind of hitting some low-level energy levels. I thought about that and found it to be extremely odd because I’m usually still all right midday. Instead though, I was irritable and just wanted to be back at home curled up in bed. We were supposed to head to the supermarket after but my mother decided that we should just go home. I guess my mood was pretty obvious. Weeell…that can’t be helped. I’m not about to start masking everything now.
Aaaanyway.
We got in the car and I started backing out. I was thinking about how shitty I was feeling. I turned over to my right and started turning. Suddenly, we were both startled by this loud crack. What the fuck?! My side mirror caught the pillar that I had parked beside and completely broke off. I didn’t know whether to laugh or cry. I mean, it was a bit past noon on a Saturday. Would people be available at such a time to replace the thing right away? I needed to take my car downtown to the race. My mind was being pulled in so many directions. I was freaking out.
I got home and started calling several GM dealerships. I finally found one that would take me, but they were closing in an hour so I had to rush over. I actually took my car on the highway. I basically stayed in one lane the whole time just to minimize the risk of anything else bad happening. Occasionally I’d look at the broken mirror expecting to see behind me but of course I couldn’t see anything–it’s such an odd feeling.
Anyway, $275 later all is well and everything is fixed. I need to take a nap to get my stress levels back to normal levels. Enough is enough, damn it.
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