No biggie. I'll just drive my old car. I still have it in the parking lot. I search the apartment Monday morning for the keys and realize that they are in the old car. Which is at least thirty minutes away. Or on a tow lot that I can't find. And I have to be to work. Great.
So Monday, psi032takes me to work and I get a rental. Saturn pays for it. They call and tell me that a balloon caused the problem. It got sucked into the car and gunked up something in the transmission. Good. Easy fix. My car is fixed. I tell them that I can't pick it up until Tuesday because I have choir rehearsal. My very first one! I get five miles up the road and the tire goes flat.
So, I ride home on a donut. And cry. Because now, I have to drive twenty-someodd miles on a donut. Great.
I really think that cars hate me.
On a unrelated note, no LJ allowed at work. This saddens me.