Jupiter Retrograde, my assonino.
Evidently, it’s affecting my relationship with my truck. And here I was worried some friend, family member, or co-worker and I were going to have it out. Oh… No… Uh-uh.
- Beginning of June: big ol’ rock, tossed by a freakin’ Toyota Tercel, hits my windshield and now I have a huge crack slinking across my sightline. *sigh*
- Father’s Day: late getting out into the world but decide to go to Father’s Day festivities at the Rio Grande Zoo, anyway. Spend two hours in the heat with a million half-drunk people; feeling for the poor animals ’cause the music was awful, sauntered back to the truck to go to dinner. Found a “parking” ticket on my windshield. I forgot my registration was due (I didn’t get a notice in the and later found out they don’t do that anymore ’cause it costs too much!) and got a “ticket” for it. On Freakin’ Father’s Day! *sigh*
- Monday: Checked the mail and found, not one but two speeding tickets! I got hit by one of those roving, camera equipped cop cars, off the I-40. I was going 57 in a 45 and 61 in a 45. Hello! I was going with the flow of traffic which was actually at least 10-20 miles an hour faster than what I got busted for.
- Went to MVD and found out I had to get an emissions test before I could register. I got all of that taken care of (and, people, that takes time…) only to find out the stupid, g-d’d, ticket had gone to warrant and I have to go downtown to take care of it. Like I’ve got that kind of time.
In the meantime, people are murdering, kidnapping, raping, stealing, speeding (it chaps my ass when everyone is speeding past me and I’m doing the g-d’d speed limit!), driving drunk, etc…
What a B… I…O…. TCH!
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I really feel for you with the whole truck thing. I’d say “when it rains it pours” but I have a feeling that writer types such as yourself might just be tempted to belt someone for a trite quote such as that so I’ll just shout “SON OF A G-D BITCH” with you!