|What could POSSIBLY go wrong??
||[Mar. 26th, 2001|11:32 am]
OR: How dare you try to get out of debt!
On the way to work this morning, less than a mile from my apartment, I rammed my car onto a curb for no good reason at all. I can't explain it. Just a freak accident. I scraped my way back to the street and pulled into one of the vastly empty Arboretum parking lots. Front right tire was flat, and the rim itself was bent. Gah!
The good news is that I still remember how to change a tire (thanks dad!), so I took the spare out of the trunk and went to work. A twist here, a turn there... mission accomplished. Halfway through I noticed that I've also put a dent in my pristine little Protoge'. *sniff*. It's not huge or anything, but still.
So I drove the car to Great Hills Automotive, near my apartment. And then the spare started going flat on the way there. Rassin', frackin'. Eventually I put-putted in. The people there, as usual, were super nice, and took down all my information. And then the guy who helped me offered to take me to work! Evidentially, it's just common practice there. I told him to just take me to my apartment instead, which he gladly did.
I took my Beretta to work. After 6 months of non-activity (besides driving around the parking lot for 2 minutes), I fired her up and drove her to Tivoli. All things considered, she handled beautifully, and didn't even overheat that much. Of course, there's a little matter of "no insurance". :)
So now it looks like Warhol was right. I can never escape the clutches of my Credit Card masters. All the sacrifice I put in this past month has been eaten up in 3 seconds of stupidity.
But you know what? It's not that traumatic. It seems that I've learned to take minor tragedies in stride.
Anyways, to make a long story short, I nearly drowned.