So, a few weeks ago, after an 18 hour work-day day I leave the hotel at 1:30 AM to go home. And I see that I have left my car window about an inch open (awesome). Oh, and guess what? It's pourrrrring rain (super-awesome!). Even walking from the hotel to my car has me looking like a drowned animal and I can already see that my drivers seat is soaked.
So I get in my car, put the key in the ignition and....nothing. It won't go all the way in, it's like my ignition is jammed. So I try and try, I turn the steering wheel, I try to shove it in harder, I try to put it in softer (that's what she said!)...no dice.
So, (and I not proud of it), at this point I pretty much lose my sh*t. I'm just at the end of my rope. Although...in my defense...
1) I have just worked an 18 hour day (see above)
2) .......As part of a 76 hour work week
3) My fridge has recently died on me, right after I stocked it with groceries (repairs and replacement groceries = 600+ dollars)
4) I have already HAD my car into the mechanic to fix something-very-expensive-involving-coolant (636 dollars) just last week.
5) I am soaked
6) I am exhausted
7) My ex husband just texted me a picture of himself on a BEACH IN FREAKING MAUI where he is going to be for the next 2 weeks (nothing really to do with this, it just really p*ssed me off)
So I go back into the hotel, in tears to try and figure out what to do. the first person I see is our night security guy, William (goes by Willie). And he basically saves my ass. He takes a rubber mallet and the biggest raincoat ever, goes back to my car and taps the key hard enough to get it all the way in (apparently this is a really common problem; the tumblers in your steering column can become mis-aligned and until you get it fixed you have to pretty much bang the key in with something else. Huh. Who knew?? Not me!)
Obviously, I am very very grateful; knowing I can at least drive the car home and deal with it tomorrow is a huge relief and I give Willie a hug (actually more of a side-hug when you put your arm around someone's shoulders and squeeze). And does Willie mind the hugging? heck NO.
The problem? Every single time I have seen Willie since that night he immediately wants a hug. I'm carrying a huge tray of drinks? That's ok! It's hugga time! He is in the middle of talking to police about vehicle break-ins in the parking lot? Still time for a squeeze!
It's starting to make me kind of uncomfortable, although I realize it's my own fault for starting it.
Maybe I should stop wearing deodorant?
So I get in my car, put the key in the ignition and....nothing. It won't go all the way in, it's like my ignition is jammed. So I try and try, I turn the steering wheel, I try to shove it in harder, I try to put it in softer (that's what she said!)...no dice.
So, (and I not proud of it), at this point I pretty much lose my sh*t. I'm just at the end of my rope. Although...in my defense...
1) I have just worked an 18 hour day (see above)
2) .......As part of a 76 hour work week
3) My fridge has recently died on me, right after I stocked it with groceries (repairs and replacement groceries = 600+ dollars)
4) I have already HAD my car into the mechanic to fix something-very-expensive-involving-coolant (636 dollars) just last week.
5) I am soaked
6) I am exhausted
7) My ex husband just texted me a picture of himself on a BEACH IN FREAKING MAUI where he is going to be for the next 2 weeks (nothing really to do with this, it just really p*ssed me off)
So I go back into the hotel, in tears to try and figure out what to do. the first person I see is our night security guy, William (goes by Willie). And he basically saves my ass. He takes a rubber mallet and the biggest raincoat ever, goes back to my car and taps the key hard enough to get it all the way in (apparently this is a really common problem; the tumblers in your steering column can become mis-aligned and until you get it fixed you have to pretty much bang the key in with something else. Huh. Who knew?? Not me!)
Obviously, I am very very grateful; knowing I can at least drive the car home and deal with it tomorrow is a huge relief and I give Willie a hug (actually more of a side-hug when you put your arm around someone's shoulders and squeeze). And does Willie mind the hugging? heck NO.
The problem? Every single time I have seen Willie since that night he immediately wants a hug. I'm carrying a huge tray of drinks? That's ok! It's hugga time! He is in the middle of talking to police about vehicle break-ins in the parking lot? Still time for a squeeze!
It's starting to make me kind of uncomfortable, although I realize it's my own fault for starting it.
Maybe I should stop wearing deodorant?
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