Last day of my work week, excited for the weekend, thrilled about the class I was going to attend.

Quite happy for the first time in a while. My head filled with such positive thoughts.

All ready to go.

Then my car won't start.

First two seconds after my attempt: FUCK, FUCK!

But I was in a better mood. I did not let something like this bring me down.

"Oh. Okay," I said calmly. Took out my phone, called my coworker, asked her if she could pick me up.

So it went on pretty much like a normal day. Actually even a little better than a normal day. My coworker drove me home, and I had everything planned on how I would handle the situation. I would call my roadside assistance, have them come over, and let them do what they need to do that I know absolutely nothing about. (I did learn though this afternoon that I needed a jump start. Cool.) See, I am quite good in fixing things, actually quite a troubleshooter. I am at all not prissy with tools. Heck, I frame my own pictures, with the mat board and stuff, very professionally. But I just don't know anything about cars because I frankly never needed to. I bet you though, if I did before, I would know this. But seriously, ugh.

Nice lady answers and tells me that Mr. Tow Truck person guy will be here an hour later, which was okay, really. I would have time to clean my place a little bit before Jesus comes, shave my legs, post a blog, and have time to spare. Thirty minutes after I placed the call, another nice lady called to tell me that Mr. Tow Truck Man was at the gate. Oh, goodie then.

Apparently the three minutes of him going around my apartment complex to look for my parking space threw him off. This grumpy old man who I was entrusting my car to was just too, well, grumpy! Instead of unscrewing the cover of my battery, he was freaking pulling it apart! I was trying to get the better of me, it is too good of a day to be spoiled by this jerk. So my car starts, good; I drive around, good; I turned the engine off and on again, uh-oh. Me having had the misfortune of meeting grumpy old Mr. Tow Truck Man was futile.

Ugh.

Thankfully, Jesus is coming over, we're going to work on it, see what we can do.

I hate to say this, but apparently, aside from sex and possible emotional and existential fulfillment, that's another point for having a man in a woman's life.