Stupid frakking....

My car is dead. A little background, it's been acting sporadically (oh look at me using a Clueless vocabulary word!) weird over the past few months...actually the past year really. It would just randomly act like it was stalling, when it could not possibly have been stalling...either my speed had been constant or I was stopped with the clutch fully depressed...

Stage set, early morning Friday.

Wake up with alarm. Hit snooze. Hear loud cat purring on next pillow. Turn over, get kitty kissed. Snuggle into covers.

Hit snooze. A couple times.

Realize that have to get up to go get donuty thank you treats for first period, get to school, photocopy exam and quizzes.

Get ready, go to car. Car doesn't start - engine turns but no dice. Try 3 times - finally get it working. Yay. Do not have to call Daddy.

Go to Dunkin Donuts. Stopped car. Go inside. Get dozen donuts, 4 pack muffins, box o'joe filled with Hot chocolate. Raise eyebrow at snippy clerk who says next time call ahead for big box of hot chocolate. Notice there is no posted sign rquesting such thing. Mentally roll eyes, go out to car. Start car. No problem. Stop at a red light, just prior to the highway.

Watch in horror as entire instrument panel lights up like frakking holiday display. No big deal, turn car off, turn car on again.

No dice.

Try again. Same results.

Put car in neutral. Turn off radio. Try again.

Nothing.

Put hazards on, think about what to do. Keep turning key.

Light turns green.

A$$ behind me can't figure out that hazards on means there might be a problem, honks instead of pulling to the right hand lane. Lower window and wave said a$$ to the other side. Think furiously trying not to freak out.

Keep trying, begin to accept that car will not start and am going to have to call dad. See car next to me trying to get my attention. Lower passenger window, explain that am calling father thank you nice man who looks kinda creepy smoking a cigarette so early.

Pick up phone, and call Daddy. Time check, 6:25 am, oh god I'm going to be late.

Have conversation with Dad, where I slowly freak out as he asks me questions that I can't answer. Dad threatens to hang up phone if I don't stop yelling. Yell that I am not yelling, calm down and try again to explain. Dad says he is coming to get me.

Call Lindsay, ask her to cover first period class. Look despairingly at the 12 donuts + 4 muffins and big box o' hot chocolate.

Call principal's secretary explaining what's going on, explain will be there before 2nd period, will call if it looks iffy.

Call roommate, wake her up on her day off, apologize, ask if needed she can drive me to school. Sleepily agrees.

Feel like crap for waking up roommate, knowing she will not be able to sleep again.

Wait for dad. Explain to the 2 people who ask, that yes I am ok, and I have called someone. No, I don't need a phone, thank you though.

Mom calls saying dad is on the way. Dad calls saying he is on the way.

Wait. Try to avoid looking at the clock.

Remind self it could be worse - could be colder, could be a BEST taping day, could not have set plans, might not have Lindsay, might not have roommate with day off.

Wait for dad.

See dad's car. As dad pulls into a nearby parking lot, watch cop car come around at the same time.

Despair.

Numbly go through motions - turn car while cop and dad push it towards parking lot. Give license and registration to cop. Get it back. Try to jump start car. Realize it is not a battery problem. Go through many other motions, call towing company, looking at clock realize am going to be very late.

Eventually mom comes to wait with car until tow shows up. Call roommate to come pick me up. Call other co-worker asking to photocopy quiz for 2nd period.

Roommate shows up.

Realize roommate is the most amazing person on frakking planet.

Get on highway call secretary to let her know am on my way. Roommate and I get to school, drag stuff upstairs, get in 10 min before 1st period ends.

Make it through rest of the day.

Mom calls about car at 8:50pm. Dealership knows not what's wrong. Realize this is very very bad thing.

But, at least it was Stargate Friday. So that made it less sucky.

So my Friday was saved...because of Stargate. And K. coming to get me at school and going to see Lauren and the baby.

Now, go to this website and tell me what you REALLY think of me:

http://kevan.org/johari?name=Anathema523