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I thought about saving this for Monday – but that’s too far and I’m just really irritated by it. Mergh.

So, in the meltdown I talked about the ‘hoodlums’ running around near me that vandalized my driver’s side mirror. Bleh. May their fingers cramp and keep them from relieving their frustrations – if you know what I mean.

Rant inside. Crack it open, you know you want to do it.

Anyway – I took the car to the Honda dealer this afternoon so they might look at it and fix it. I like this Honda dealer because they have a ‘courtesy’ van that will drive you home and pick you up so you do not have to wait at the dealership for your car’s repairs to be completed. Very cool.

Not cool – the shuttle driver saying Armegeddon is coming, that the floods and wildfires which have recently occurred – ie: Hurricane Katrina doing a number on New Orleans – are written in the ‘Good Book’ and the end is coming. Er – okay, believe what you will, but please, please, please, don’t torture poor, little me with it just because I am your captive audience. I understand the guy fervently believes the end is nigh – but I don’t. So, suffice it to say I was more than slightly uncomfortable.

Also not cool – having to wait for an hour for the shuttle to come and get me once I get the phone call that the car was ready and waiting for me to come get it. Yes, I know there are lots of people to shuttle, but the dealership is about five minutes from my house. That’s it. Not to mention that it took 45 minutes from the time of the call from the service guy to when the shuttle driver called to see where I lived.

Gah. Irritating. Because I was waiting to have my dinner until I got the call. I was told it wouldn’t take more than an hour to diagnose the car and then fix it – if it was fixable. I dropped the car off at 4:40 pm. Got the call the car was done at 7pm. Shuttle driver picked me up at about 8:15pm. When did I finally get to eat? 8:45pm. Keep in mind – the last meal I had was at about 1:00pm. Starving much? Oh yes. Grrr.

OH! And then there were the IDIOTS at the Honda dealer. They were doing SOMETHING to a car there. Inspecting it, checking it out, I don’t know what. But they were parked in the road that connects the service building to the service road that connects Honda to the main drag there. And they had the driver’s side door hanging open. And the lady saw me wanting to get by. She *stared* at my car for a full minute. And then proceeded to ignore me and talk to the guy she was with. And I’m left there going – are you fucking MORONS or what? So, I edge my car around. There’s another car against the curb. There’s just enough space for me to drive past. So – I’m not as pissed as I *could* have been . . .

But there is just the one thought reverberating in my brain . . .

Why didn’t the moron guy who was AT the driver’s side door – CLOSE the damn thing?!
I mean, it’s not like you can MISS my car. It’s a Honda Accord and the HEADLIGHTS were on. HELLO?! How are these two people functioning members of society?!

UGH.

I bet you they’ve spawned too.

Goddess save us all . . . .