Of all the stupid things...

Some days you just know that you ought not be out running errands, and should just stay put at home where your safe from flying into a rage, or your safe from those drivers who delve into ragedom. I had some errands to run that I'd been postponing all week, and I kept delaying them because I kept getting phone calls, and other time sucks kept coming up. When I finally went to fill up Steve truck (which had been lightly propelling on gas fumes), I pulled into the crowded station. Just as I was about to fill up, I realized the refueling port was on the other side of the truck. There wasn't ANY way to turn the truck around because there was already a steadily increasing line of traffic awaiting the pump.

"Oh screw it!" I thought as I left to purchase school supplies from Wal-Mart. I figured I'd get gas at the BP on the way home. On the way to Wal-Mart, the right lane merged into my lane. And a driver in that lane didn't signal or wait to merge in behind me, rather he tried to run me into the median. I honked to let him know I was there (course I'm in a big blue truck, I don't know how he could've missed me). To let me know he realized where I was, he extended the universal traffic signal for "screw you." Thanks buddy. That put me in a sour mood, but I quickly tried to brush it off. I didn't want 1 lousy jerk to get to me and to ruin my otherwise productive and excellent day.

After I made it through Wal-Mart in record check-out time, I drove to the BP. By now it was raining, and had I run my errands 2 hours earlier, I knew I could have missed the incoming storms. I pulled into the gas pumps on the correct side this time, but by the time I finished filling up the truck, I realized I'd locked my keys inside the truck. There aren't automatic locks on that rig, just manual flip locks. . . and an amazingly tight seal on all the windows. Steve used to wire-tie a spare key under the truck, but that's long since been removed. I'll skip through the part where 3 strangers tried to help me break into my vehicle, and how a faculty member saw me from the intersection and pulled into the gas station because I looked distressed. I didn't know who to call because all my friends were gone for the 3-day weekend, and Steve wasn't getting home from Orlando for another 2 hours. I also didn't own a cell phone. Eventually, I called a local lock smith thanks to the grumpy gas attendant's phone book and Dr. Jay's cell phone. Got home only after being locked-out in the rain for an hour.

Steve got home a few minutes after me. I told him I was in no mood to cook dinner. So, he kindly agreed to go with me to get Calzone's. I asked him if we could get AAA (which is only helpful if you're stranded when you're somewhere near modern communication technology). He said it's far cheaper to re-attach a spare key under the truck. I think it's far cheaper for me to keep driving the car which has a built-in mechanism to prevent such acts of stupidity. . . and Steve can drive his truck. By the way, he ALWAYS has to remind me to lock my doors on the truck since they're not automatic. The one day I go overboard with locking the truck doors I get in a pickle of a situation.