High Comedy!

I had a post card once that something to the effect of "It is possible that the whole purpose of my life is to server as an example to others." If today is any indication, this might be true.

First, I was driving home from VA Beach and I stopped at a Starbucks in Newport News. I know, I know, Starbucks. But whatever. I ran into the curb on the way out of the parking lot. It made a terrible noise, but I run over the curb a lot so whatever. I drive 2 miles down the road and stop to get gas. Some guy at the station points out that my rear tire is low on air.

Low. Hah. Try totally flat.

So I put my 50 cents in to the air machine (WTF? I have to pay for air now?!). I put air in, and out the air comes from a little tear in my tire. Crap.

So I drive 2 miles back up the road to CostCo where I can get a new tire. I stand in line for 45 minutes. I then go out to figure out what kind of tire I need and there is a fist sized hole where the little tear once was.

Nice.

2 hours and $430 later, I have 4 new tires and have missed class.

Then I go a local discount furniture store. I look around, find a couple tings, and am approach by a salesman who proceeds to hit on my non stop for the next 45 minutes while trying to sell me $400 sleeper loveseats. I finally pick out a nice little sage green loveseat that's only $187. I pay. Creepy clerk asks me out. Ick.

I deflect. I agree to call him once I have settled in. Like that's going to happen.

Then I make my way up the road to my new apartment complex to sign the lease. This goes much better. I get all the paper work done, get my keys, and start chatting with another woman about my age who is also signing a lease to move in tomorrow. Turns out, we went to high school together. (!!!) I did not go to a very large high school. And I went to high school 3000 miles away from here. What are the odds?

I then have to try out 5 different keys to find one that works on the storage room.

At 3:45 I finally get lunch.

Ugh. I've called in sick to work tonight. Too much excitement for one day, and I am still not home.

Considering that I am moving in the morning with an indeterminate amount of loading and unloading help, my tire exploded, and I am afraid to go pick up my new loveseat for fear of being hit on by creepy sales guy again, I am freakishly calm. I love my new apartment. It's small, but it's cute, and I think I will be happy there. Plus, I already know one of my neighbors!