Remember me almost exactly two months ago, to the day?
Any of that ring a bell?
Guess what?
I-390 North is a raging, pebble-strewn, assy douche noodle with a shitty sense of humor. And acid reflux.
Later today, I’ll be having my almost brand new, $200 windshield replaced.
After that, I have my yearly appointment to have my boobs squished flat in an x-ray machine.
Guess which one of these appointments I’ll find immensely more enjoyable?
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12 thoughts on “Why can’t the D.O.T. pave our highways with antacids instead of gravel? Then this crap wouldn’t happen to me.”
Dude, that is one nasty April Fools’ joke the expressway played on you. Boo hiss. Don’t forget your brown-bagged bottle for your wait in ER…
Hope you have a good mammo today!
good luck with the mammo and sorry ’bout the windshield!! 🙁
sucks about the windshield! But thanks for reminding me I need to take my Imaging Referral form from my OB and actually make that bewb squishing appointment
Did the chip spread into a crack? <– okay that sounds wrong on a whole ton of levels so get your mind out of the gutter, you know exactly what I mean!
We've had a chip on our windshield about 7 years ago, and it cracked about 2 inches from the chip, but they were able to do something where they stopped it from going any further, it only cost us about $25, and has held all these years.
Hope you remembered to smile for the camera 🙂
i’m really over with today already. hope your evening is better than the day portion….
Yikes. That’s definitely bad luck. I’d be so pissed!
I think your insurance company might just repair that chip rather than replace the whole thing. Usually if the “problem” is smaller than a dollar bill, they’re repair it instead.
Oh my gosh! I’m going to go out on a limb and say I wouldn’t find either one of those activities very enjoyable at all!
You poor thing! Neither of those things sound remotely appealing!
Dude, that BLOWS.
Which reminds me, I’m overdue for the “stand right here while we TRY to squish your ginormous boobs flatter than a pancake between two cold steel plates and pull it to the other side of the room but have to keep readjusting and bitching because you’re so tall and have ginormous natural tits we can’t afford to buy ourselves.” test.
I hate that damn test. And the skinny little twits who perform it on me.
LOL at the way you post, but oh so sorry for the circumstances and your planned day 🙁