Do you ever have those days with so many consecutive unfortunate occurrences
that you stop believing the day could get better? Those days where everything
goes wrong. And you start to wonder what you did to deserve it, but at the end
of the day, it doesn’t really matter, does it? We want answers to anything and
everything; we’re curious by nature. While it might be comforting to be
all-knowing, it isn’t why it happens that matters; it’s what we do with what it
is that matters.
My afternoon started with the gas pump sticking and gasoline pouring
all over the ground/on my car. So I run inside explaining I’ve already paid,
but the gas spilled and I don’t even know what just happened. Luckily the guy
was super understanding about it, and even gave me a code for a carwash to
clean it up. But after sitting in the line, I realize the person in front of me
is struggling to get on the track. The car starts jumping around trying to get
its front wheel over, and pretty soon it’s in the actual wash part diagonally.
After a few moments, I realize the driver has no idea what to do; the lady
behind me is texting as I try to get her attention, and I can’t get out of my
car. Thank God for technology, I looked up the phone number to the gas station
and told them what happened.
“This is Kyle, how can I help you?”
Real reply: “Hi, Kyle. The person in front of me couldn’t get on the
track, and is now stuck in the car wash.”
In my head: Hi, Kyle. I’ve just
given up all hope on humanity as the middle-aged woman in front of me just spun
out in a car wash. I know, I know, it can be difficult to get on the track;
these things are tough—not that tough.
“I’ll be right out,” the voice at the other end of the conversation
replies, nonchalantly.
Yeah, no big deal. I’M JUST STUCK IN THE CARWASH.
Finally, the lady two cars behind me gets out to see what’s going on,
because apparently Kyle didn’t know how to fix it by himself and we’re still
sitting there. So I explain I have to leave, and five cars behind me have to
back up, so I can get out.
Frazzled and late, I rushed home to get ready for my night of
adventure. I’ll leave you with this: I didn’t give up on humanity just yet. I
knew there was still hope. And little did I know, I was about to have one of
the best nights of my life. One that had me throwing all of the bad crap from
the week away, and shouting “I can lift a car.”
To be continued.
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