not my day

ok, so i vege nicely all day and then decide to splurge majorly on italian dinners for the next few days and i call and order and head out to pick them up and my car is not there... what?... i said my car was not there... who would steal an 11 year old beat up chevy cavalier was my first thought, almost simultaneously thought along with oh shit, my softball equipment, mainly, the glove... a few moments thought leads me to realize i have more than a thousand dollars worth of softball stuff and cloths in the car, not counting the cash i keep in the between seat compartment and assorted sundries...

fuck me with a qutluch, can life throw me any more curves?... so i call the apartment office emergency number and of course there is no answer and nobody gets back to me (it's been five hours now) and so i call the police and they tell me they have a report of my car being towed from right in front of my apartment because it did not have a visible parking permit... i call the towing company number that the police gave me and the towing company said i had to give them an hour notice to have someone at the lot where my car is and i searched online for a taxi and after an hour i found one and set a time for a pick up and called the towing company back and set a time for a pick up and does everything have to be so challenging (of course i had no one nearby to call for a ride cuz precious doesn't have a car and jackson is on vacation down south and everybody else i know lives on the other side of town and time is running out on picking the car up tonight and it's more money if i leave it there overnight and oh yeah, the food i ordered for pick up...

i called the restaurant and somehow talked them into delivering the food even though they don't deliver to this address and after waiting an hour for the food and eating, the taxi shows up and drives me to the car place and i pick up the car and so much for economizing cuz i am $250 poorer now than when i woke up this morning...

and how was your day?