enosynce is virtuous

I need to VENT!

Man, could my day get any worse?

I had planned on waking up early, (and I did...5 am to be exact), but I snoozed my alarm one time to many. No biggie, I'm going to my old Elementary School (ICE, 1989-1996 bay bay!) to vote (you already know...Obama all the way!), I vote (it took all of 5 minutes), and leave, when my car starts actin' shitty... haddaya know...my shit won't crank now.

so I wait a good 15 minutes, talkin' to the car like i'm skitzy (come on baby...you know you wanna crank), and boom, I get the car to crank (damn!...i need to try that more often!)

so I'm going back home, cuz I damn sure don't trust this plucker to get me to the station, and whaddaya know...the oil light comes on. *sigh* ...I have no choice but to pull into QT, and that shit is packed like a voting booth was in THAT ma'fucka...oh man...big ass trucks, SUV's all in my way....so I get two bottles of oil, a doughnut (hell, I might as well cancel my McDonald's Trip), and head back to my car.

I get approached by a guy, lookin like he could be my daddy or something. Of all days, this dude decides he wants to bother me. "you need any help?" No I don't. "how come your MAN ain't up here helping you?" "see, if I was yo Man, i'da fix'd yo car!" blah blah blah....*sigh*...I'm having a bad day. PLEASE BEGONE! Nigga still lookin over here. *sigh*

I grab the dipstick...check the oil, and whaddaya know...I don't need any. WTF?...so I gets back in the car, and notice this same old bat coming my way in the rearview. I lock the doors and pull out my cell. Ma'fucka taps my window, leaving greasy ass fingerprints in the process. I JUST cleaned them Saturday too *sigh* I grab my steering club. Crack the window. "What?" "What's the oldest guy you'll date?". *sigh* I roll the window back up. Dial 911 and just LOOK at this dude. He gets the message and goes on 'bout his bid'ness.

so I pray a couple of times, and BOOM!..the car cranks! (Gawd is good!) I'm takin this mug back home. I'm going, traffic is HELL man, HELL! If I stop at a redlight, the damn car might cut off, so I'm like, come on people!...come on people!... I'm behind a slow poke, so I zoom through an almost red light. DC (that's Dekalb County Police) gets right behind my ass. I'm like, shit! I do NOT need no tickets. So I slows down. Pray they didn't see me run the yella light. The Cop stays behind me for a good 3 minutes, then moves on. Thank Goodness!

~I'm literally 5 minutes away from home, and the car starts coughin...WTF...this mug finsta cut off again!? *sigh* I throw on my emergency blinkers, because I feel the car strugglin. At the first drive intrance, which just happens to be some kinda quickemart, I turn in, and the wheel locks on my ass, So I throw it in park. Hell, I ain't tryna start rolling now. I call my mommie, ask her to try and crank it later on, cuz I gotta head on to work. And Lawd knows, I don't need to be missin any money!

So I wait a good 10 minutes at the nearest bus stop, and damn near miss the bus tryna get away from some woman tryna make my lungs black with all that smoking. I mean damn!

The bus takes FOR-fuckin-EVER to get to the train station. Why? Because dude stops at every other stop, and doesn't pull off until the money is in the tank. And why is it that EVERY SINGLE PERSON that got on had nickels and dimes? DAMN, I'll pay your way. Just drive the fuckin' bus already.

I call work (we have a 2 hour grace period during voting) to let 'em know that I was on my way. ALSO, to let my temp know what she should be workin on if she happens to finish what I left her yesterday before I got there. Why when I get here, the temp is gone elsewhere? I inquire, and they tell me, "oh, *BILL* got her doing something for him". Excuse me? Maybe *BILL* should've got them to hire him is OWN damn temp. Hell no, I'mma have a meeting with somebody about this shit.

So Mommy went to vote...she calls and says the junk just won't crank. Damn. I call StateFarm, let 'em know I need it towed, blaazy sqaazy. Looks like i'mma have to miss class, because i broke down in the hood, and I be damned if one of these fuckers fucks with my car--whether it can crank or not

.....to be continued......

Labels: ...venting, *names have been changed to protect the guilty*

posted by ~Kesh @ 2/05/2008 10:11:00 AM