Piece of SHIT car!!!

[ice]

OK! So I guess it's my fault that I'm driving a piece of car. I have a perfectly good car at home that's brand spanking NEW!! BUT of course some perverse other power made me take my dad's old PIECE OF SHIT CAR to work. So, I'm thinking that I'm not a car snob. Man, I can be perfectly comfortable in a yucky old car. No problem. BUT! I look at the gas gage and it says that there's LOTS and LOTS of gas (1/4 to be exact). I don't have to waste money on gas. That's a bonus. HOWEVER, here I am driving during lunch to pick up my sister and my car starts going nutz on me. It reminded me of an ex-bf that didn't know he was an ex. GEESH! I'm making my way to a gas station and I can see the bloody BIG sign and I'm talking to the piece of shit like I'm about to seduce it. BUT NO! He (the piece of shit car reminds me of men sometimes) breaks down on me. UGH! So luckily I'm stalled in front of a Canadian Tire. I go there and pay for those red gas can things (Whatever the fuck they're called). I go to the gas station which I hike there in my nice 4 inch boots (Oh GOD! do my arches hurt). I'm looking pitiful walking up to the Gas station and I find out that my lil red can has a white tag that makes it impossible to use. Grrrrrrrrrr!!!! I ask the attendant (geek) to get scissors and he's giving me a blank look and gosh do I feel stupid about this. I'm walking back to the car and all these "nice people" are hollering out and you know being obnoxious. I get to the stupid ugly car and I spill the gas (1/2 of it) on the floor cuz the nozzle that looks like a fucked up dick is useless and limp. Finally, I get some of it in the tank and it finally THANK GOD it starts.

GRRRRRRR!!! Meanwhile I'm late for work and my feet hurt AND I STINK LIKE GAS (keep a match away from me).

In retrospect, it was kinda entertaining but gosh next time I hope to god it's someone other than me.

(This is my bitch fest. Take it as a lesson to NOT use a PIECE OF SHIT CAR!!!

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[bob]

u could've just gone to the gas station and told them u ran out of gas and asked them if u could borrow a gas can of theirs ... i've been in those situations a few times, and they're usually pretty understanding if you rub them the right way. all they want usually is a deposit on the can so you don't run off with it

take your anger out on the car. kicking metal is fun

[ice]

My whole anger thing is that these things never happen to me until now. it's a black month. :) I've calmed down alot. But, my co-workers were bugging me about women drivers and shit like that. I know alot of guys that do this alot. *shrugs* Never done this before. :) Next time I don't have buy the stupid red thing.

[MC Hammered]

In case you were curious, the 'red thing' is called a Jerry can.