I admire people being good at things. Musicians, artists, actors, writers. But not accountants. They do things with boring numbers. (Please note that if you are a bitter accountant with rage issues I am just kidding. Ha ha.)
Some people are good at acting or singing or making art or accounting. I respect those people for being good at those things. Except for the accountant. Why would you want to be good at numbers? So boorrrinng. The art of creativity is awesome and people should be appreciated for their art whatever that may be(except you accounting, you aren’t creative). I am good at a few things. Being bitter comes to mind, writing, I think I’m pretty good at (except for grammar and words and punctuation. I know some words, but the dictionary still hides a few…million that I don’t know.)
I am a really good driver. Except for that one time, and that other one. And the 10 speeding tickets. But I am a good driver.
I am pretty good at driving. I have avoided accidents my whole life except for that one idiot girl that was on her way to prom or something and decided to run a red light and total my Honda, which made my world spiral downhill for a few weeks. Highlights included me getting two speeding tickets within two weeks, (one of which was given from the same police officer who was on the scene for my accident). The grand finale was when I got my Grandmother’s car towed because I parked in the wrong lot (because my totalled Honda had my parking sticker that cost me $60) and I called the tow company to get my grandma’s car back and they told me that they didn’t have anyone to bring me to the lot because all their drivers were busy. So I proceeded to walk six miles to the lot only to find out that it was right across the street from my apartment. If there were a holiday for bitterness this would have been a two week long celebration.
Yesterday, while not a part of bitter week, was definitely bitter afternoon. While working busily at my job(yeah, sometimes I do that instead of blogging, sorry about that), I got a call at the end of the day from the receptionist. “Bitter Ben, someone just walked by your car and said it was running.” Running? Running where? I thought cars only drove. (As well as being bitter, I am also a really good punnist. I can’t help it. It comes with being bitter.)
Thank goodness for good co-workers.
I quickly looked in my drawer where I keep my keys and sure enough, my keys were missing. I ran(because people run, not cars) outside to a car that was well, running. The keys were not only in the ignition, but the car was still running. Since lunch, which was about three hours ago. And of course I locked all my doors. (Gotta be sure no one steals my $20 pair of sunglasses!). If you are looking for a good car that would never get stolen, get a Dodge Caliber. Even experienced thieves couldn’t break into this car. And why wouldn’t they want this fancy car that is under $10,000 new. It is one of the last known cars that have manual locks and doors. (Ask your grandparents what manual locks and windows were like.)
Luckily a few people I work with are familiar with GTA (that’s Grand Theft Auto for those of you who don’t like crime) and had the right tools for the job. Unfortunately, the one that did pop the lock for me, caused it so that my key won’t move the lock up and down. So I have to unlock my passenger side, then reach over to my side, unlock it, then walk all the way back to my side and open the door. As any of you who read my blog on a regular basis know, I don’t like to walk. So, arrrgghhh!
So yes, I am an idiot who not only locks themself out of their car, but leaves it running.
Arrrggghhh
Bitter Ben