no can win

Friday I tried to get a haircut after work. There was some fair thing going on at the church next to the plaza so of course there was no parking, not even on the street. When I got home the sis informed me that my little Honda was not driveable because somehow the insurance didn’t get paid and the old one expired August 22. I was driving around without insurance for 2 weeks. So she told me not to go anywhere until she cleared it up Saturday morning, not that I had anywhere to go on a Friday night.

Saturday morning I tried to get a haircut again. It was the same thing. Pandemonium in the plaza parking lot. No haircut. I went home and booked a darkroom down at West Camera for 1:00-3:00PM. I got down at 12:30PM and decided to park at a meter instead of AF1’s condo’s underground visitor parking. No need to bother him if I didn’t have to. The freakin meters only allow maximum 2 hours so I had to cut my darkroom time short. I think they changed the settings on the print machine to slow it down. So it takes longer to make a print, so you end up booking more darkroom time, so they can make more money. Bastards. I was done around 2:30PM and went over to AF1’s condo.

I had my own agenda but had to compromise with AF1’s agenda. Well, more like his wife’s, AF1W, agenda. We ended up walking around Queen West while she shopped for clothes. I love downtown for all its weirdness and freaks. You would never see drunken bums and lingerie models wearing French maid outfits walking down the street up in the burbs. Then we drove over to downtown Henry’s where I wanted to look at used light meters. They didn’t have what I was looking for. A new one would cost $600. No light meter.

AF1, being the yuppy, and AF1W being the yuppy wife, wanted to go check out some furniture store. They were looking for a side chair for their condo. Damn freakin trendy, upscale, yuppy furniture store. $1200 for a chair? You can take your ugly overpriced chair and shove it somewhere dark and hairy. By the time we were done with the We-Don’t-Like-You-Unless-You’re-A-Fuckin-Rich-Ass furniture store, it was 5:30PM, and too late to go to MEC to look at PFDs. I didn’t get to go check out any kayak stores either. I went home empty handed.

We were this close to going on the hot air balloon ride. The sis woke me up Sunday morning at 5:30AM. According to the flight schedule hotline it was a go. We drove the one-hour to the truck stop where we were supposed to meet. There were two smiling hot air balloon people there but they had bad news. Their pilot’s car broke down. He wouldn’t be able to make it in time to meet the flight schedule. We’re so sorry. You’ll have to call and rebook, for the fifth time. We got home by 7:30AM. I crawled back into bed and slept till 1:00PM.

I didn’t get the tripod. I was out-bidded. I went $15 over my first bid but still lost. Oh well, I didn’t want that stinkin tripod anyway. At least I made whoever won pay an extra $10.

Sunday the freakin Dodge Caravan wouldn’t start, it just made clicking noises. We had to jumped-start it. This morning we had to jump-start it again to drive it to the dealership. It died halfway there. We jump-started it again. Three-year-old minivan, one month left on the warranty, more problems than our 11-year-old and 7-year-old Hondas combined. Can you say return customer? Harharharharharhar…

If I were a mood, my name would be grumpy.