2010
Just had the WORST day of my life!
Ok, here it goes!
FIRST MISHAP: It was around 8:30 am. I get a call from the officer who is working on my case. He tells me that they have to postpone the investigation (again) to then end of March because the prosecutor has a big hearing she has to take care of. Awesome! I have already waited for THREE months!
SECOND MISHAP: After school, my friend texts me and asks if we can talk. He is a really good friend of mine so I say “Of course!” and I go to pick him up. When he gets in the car, he is crying so I say “Let’s go for a drive.” – Bad idea. The roads in Northern Michigan during the winter are fucking shitty. It’s icy, it’s windy, and it’s cold. I’m driving down a main road and begin to slow down to turn (I will say now that I began to slow down WAY before I had to turn because of the conditions….). As I turn the wheel, my car continues to go straight at an icy snowbank and hits it pretty hard. I knew there was something wrong so I get out to check the tire. It was off the rim! Fuck my life! Knowing that there was nothing I could do to fix the tire and knowing that my dad would be pissed (even though he is the best mechanic I know), I called a friend of mine to come help. He said to call my dad but he would come anyway. So, from there, my tire was fixed and ready to go because to of the best guys in the world came to save the day!
SECOND MISHAP OF SECOND MISHAP: Dad and Jeff leave and I get back in my car. I go to start it and the fucking battery is dead. Swearing came next. At that point, my dad was already pissed because he had to come save me and his girlfriend/ex-girlfriend (it’s up in the air at this point) went in the ditch but I call him anyways. He swears a bit and says he needs to turn around. Instead of turning around, he calls my brother and he comes to the rescue. All is well for now….
THIRD MISHAP: It’s now around 7:30pm and I am in my bedroom with the door shut. I go to leave and the door knob won’t turn so I try harder to turn it. There is a breaking sound coming from the knob but I continue to turn it. The knob finally turns but I isn’t opening the door. My fucking door knob was broken and I am stuck in my room. I yell for my brother and he comes upstairs asking why I was yelling so I told him the story. He laughed at me. A credit card will open it so I slip one under the door but that isn’t working. I call my dad again and he just laughed at me and said “It sounds like you should probably go to bed. I’ll let you out in the morning.” I didn’t want to be let out in the morning so he had to come and slide tools under the door and give me instructions on how to take the door off the hinges.
I am going to say that this was, in fact, the worst day of my life.
