Wednesday Morning

I should preface this with why I've lost faith in Honda. About six months ago I had my annual maintenance done and they MIS-rotated my tires -- basically when i reversed, my tires were going the correct direction. Four months later Honda fixed the problem, but only after Sears realized what they'd done. Sadly, Honda did not re-align the car, hence why my car needed to go to the spa today. Bah! …………

Well nothing is easy that's for sure. I felt like my trainwreck roommate this morning - completely disheveled. I drove my butt to Torrance, CA to finally get my tires realigned since my car (Kit) can make a right turn on it's own. On my way there I kept getting calls from work....look people, I'M NOT THERE, no buggy me.

I arrived around 9:15 and the guy is like, oh we don't align, just balance and rotate.... Whaaaaaaat? But I called the day before to check!!!!!!! So they balanced and rotated for free, then I got to go down the road for an alignment. Bah! To "improve" the situation I had thrown all my misc crap in my trunk, forgetting that I'd have to get my wheel lock OUT of my trunk, UNDER all my crap, IN the wheel well. Meanwhile the guy (frank) is trying really hard not to laugh at me.

Ugh, so I dig dig dig and my wheel lock is missing! FUCK YOU HONDA!!!!! What the hell did they do with my wheel lock????? It's always in my wheel well. Has been for five years. So at this point, I'm practically IN my trunk digging around for the thing and frank is holding up my trunk floor so I can wedge myself in further to root around, all the while I'm squealing and cursing Honda.

Frank is certain I'm mentally unstable.

Then he asks me to check my glove compartment before i drive Kit into the dealership at 80mph. WHY would it be there?!?!? "Just a hunch" he says.......well there's a reason Frank is the car guy. Mind you, my glove compartment is not much better looking than my trunk. I am a stupid girl. Frank watches as napkins, old registrations, tire gauges, manuals, expired parking passes, tampons and mascara come flying out of the little compartment. And what's left? A silver wheel lock rolling lightly from side to side. hiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii, PEEK-A-BOO!, it says to me.

I throw it at Frank, in appreciation.

That is NOT where it belongs. But he assures me it is a default location to always check and that maybe I should continue to keep it there. Sure, so when someone wants to steal my SWEEET tires they can just check the glove box, instead of having to earn them and dig through my trunk like I do. Uuuuuuuuh huuuuh.

So I repaid Frank's hospitality by opening my can of mini-dew at his register and accidentally spilling it on the floor. F*ck! I'm hopeless. Now I'm on my way to the alignment place for more vehicular fun. Ooooh I need gas first, KIT, make a right turn into Chevron! (She does).

Happy hump day!

Missy "stupid girl"