Dear October 3, 2007,
You sucked ass. I get off work to find I locked my keys in the car. Monday I took my spare out of my purse since I've never used it, today I needed to use it.
I call my auto club through Cingular - pardon me - the "new" AT&T and guess what? They won't come help me because I left my cell phone at home. Yeah, that's right. To use the service I pay for my cell phone must be with me at the car when the calvary comes. What if I were mugged, purse stolen? Nope, I'm told even then there's no deal. Cancelling that tomorrow (
My co-worker offers her car so I drive all the way home, pick up my spare, drive back to work, and start to drive my car home. Halfway home, some loser turns and cuts off my straight path so I slam on my breaks, the light turns red, and the camera flashes on me in the intersection. I'll know if they got me in a few weeks.
2 hours later I'm home and I hear a noise in the bathroom. I look to find water gushing out of the toilet bowl onto the floor and moving toward the hallway. Nice. I shut off the water valve, mop up the spillage, and go to sleep. I'll deal with it later.
Someone somewhere must have had the best day ever because I got the shaft!