Yep. That's why I did it. Whenever something bad happens, I usually do the "and it exploded." statement, because, well, it was so well done in the movie.
But, the suckatude continues. Let be start at the beginning:
Early yesterday morning, I was coming home from work (I'm working 1800-0230 MDST for the moment). I ran the stoplight at Mississippi and Chambers. That's not me. I'm a very safe and conscientious driver. I don't even speed. The photocop caught me, so I'm looking forward the the utterly suprised look on my face. ("Mister Skarr, why did you run this light?" "Well, your honor, I'm a complete idiot." "An idiot, you say?" "Well, I would have said that I'm f'ing retarded, but my respect for the bench censored that the first time.")
Then the disk incident happened.
Silly me, I should have noticed that today was not a good day to be me. But no, I persevered, I went to work.
2132 MDST I get an email from MonkeyFist:
"Z was in an car accident."
Z is my nephew. He's finishing his senior year of high school, living with his grandfather. His folks live in New Mexico. His grandfather is in West Carolina, I think, so I'm the only family he has in town. I went and told my friend on our resource desk and he shook his head: "You should have stayed in bed, dude." I went to the hospital to get my nephew.
Z is fine. Grounded, but fine. Car is totaled, which sucks when you're eighteen. I just got back from dropping him off in Littleton (other side of town). But, hey, it's a new day, so it'll be better than yesterday!
But, the suckatude continues. Let be start at the beginning:
Early yesterday morning, I was coming home from work (I'm working 1800-0230 MDST for the moment). I ran the stoplight at Mississippi and Chambers. That's not me. I'm a very safe and conscientious driver. I don't even speed. The photocop caught me, so I'm looking forward the the utterly suprised look on my face. ("Mister Skarr, why did you run this light?" "Well, your honor, I'm a complete idiot." "An idiot, you say?" "Well, I would have said that I'm f'ing retarded, but my respect for the bench censored that the first time.")
Then the disk incident happened.
Silly me, I should have noticed that today was not a good day to be me. But no, I persevered, I went to work.
2132 MDST I get an email from MonkeyFist:
"Z was in an car accident."
Z is my nephew. He's finishing his senior year of high school, living with his grandfather. His folks live in New Mexico. His grandfather is in West Carolina, I think, so I'm the only family he has in town. I went and told my friend on our resource desk and he shook his head: "You should have stayed in bed, dude." I went to the hospital to get my nephew.
Z is fine. Grounded, but fine. Car is totaled, which sucks when you're eighteen. I just got back from dropping him off in Littleton (other side of town). But, hey, it's a new day, so it'll be better than yesterday!