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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?
That would not sit well with me at ALL! Yes, Auntiem, you should probably start packing some mallet now, just in case
Lachrymose is right, soon it will be time for the lousy Smarch weather!!!!
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