I don't know who originated this saying but I would personally like to introduce myself to this guy and smack him over the head! Last night I had an "in 3" experience. Oddly enough, all of this happened with in 3 hours...coincidence, I think not. Last night I left work and went to the gym, up to this point, everything had been going great during the day...I even left work early! But then 6:00pm comes around (6 is divisible by 3) and I leave the gym. I am a bit hungry and have 1/2 hour to make it to my appointment at the salon. So I grab a chicken salad from our gym cafe and eat it on my way to the car. All is going well and next thing I know I am face down into the pavement. Yes, somehow I managed to fall. I don't know how it happened....it really felt like an out of body experience. I wish I could say that I tripped on something or lost my balance and fell...but I can't. One second I was walking fine, eating my chicken salad...the next I am on the ground. Of course I was wearing a white skirt! So both of my knee and shins are scratched up, same thing with my hands. I managed to get 2 bites of my chicken salad before it managed to take a dive onto the pavement. So there I was chicken salad on my shirt, and blood on my skirt trying to hobble to the car because I also twisted my ankle.....Bad thing #1.
Why I didn't just turn around and go home I don't know. I hate to just not show up to an appointment I made, so I did go to the salon. Arrived a tad late due to the fall. I was in and out of the salon...probably not more than 30 minutes. I get to the car and I am pulling out of my parking space and next thing you know. Thump, Thump, Thump, Thump.....yes, I have a flat tire! The tire was completely flat! No clue what happened. I checked the spot where I was parked and there wasn't a piece of glass around. Of course, Mike is at a Bears game so it wasn't like he could come and change the tire for me. At first the only thing that was going through my mind was "if only Mike would of showed me how to change a flat." I have been asking him to show me at least for the past year and I always get the answer, "next time we go home to my folk's house, I'll show you." Needless to say, we have been there plenty of times through the year and still have not been shown...so next time, mark my words, he will show me! (Though after watching the guy do it last night, it look relatively simple and I am quite confident I can do it now) The bright side of this story is that this time, my cell phone was charged so I was able to call 411 and get the number to a local towing company for them to come and change my flat. The guy on the other line said 10 to 15 minutes. At first I was waiting in the car but it hurt my knee to bend it so I decided to stand and wait outside. It was better because I could hold my skirt in one hand and lift it above my knee so no more blood would get on it but this really didn't help my situation because every time the wind blew on the open womb, it burned. So there I am, stranded in a sketchy area of Bucktown, with blood dripping down my leg, blood on my skirt and chicken salad on my shirt with a flat tire! 30 minutes and $40 later, the guy shows up and changes my tire. Of course they only accept cash and I only had $20 on me so I followed the guy to the bank down a couple of blocks and went to the ATM and took money out. Obviously, the flat was bad thing #2.
I am driving home, flat fixed and thinking to my self where I should go to get the flat fixed and when I would find the time to do it before Saturday. I am going down to Oak Lawn on Saturday to see my mom and show her the wedding pictures. Since I will be needing to drive on the highway, I would need to get the tire fixed because you can't drive with a spare over 55 mph. I am almost home, less tha 1/4 mile away and I get to the intersection of Wellington and Sheffield. I am stopped at red light and then it happened - bad thing #3 - I get rear ended! I am thinking to myself, "YOU GOT TO BE KIDDING ME!" I look in the rearview mirror to see a 20 something girl on her cell phone - and yes - being on your cell phone while driving in the City of Chicago is illegal as of July 1st of this year - obviously she didn't get that memo. By this time I didn't know if I was going to break into tears or go off. I hobble out of the car, and I can see the look of fright on her face because I am hobbling out of the car and she sees the blood down my leg and probably trying to figure out what the white spread on my shirt is. She immediately asks me if I am ok. I then continue to ramble on the events of the evening to this complete stranger. I know she felt bad and there wasn't any damage to the cars so we exchanged insurance information and didn't even have to go to the police station to fill out a report because there was a parked police car right there who saw the accident. Yes, she got a ticket...2 actually. 1 for rear ending me and the other for driving with a cell phone.
At this point, all I wanted to do was just crawl under the sheets and go to bed....actually that is what I wanted to do for the past 3 hours! I finally get to our neighborhood and spent about 15 minutes trying to find a parking stop. I found one on Wellington. I got out of the car and gathered up my stuff and walked across the street to find solitaire in the form of a LARGE icy from the Ice Box. I usually get the small, to avoid the access calories but after the evening I had, I thought a Large was justified. I Walked in the apartment, clean my cuts, changed into PJs, and watched the remaining hour of the US open while eating my icy. I got home at exactly 9 and was asleep by 10.
Today, I am hoping, will be much better. So far it has started out well. I got into work today on time - early even and we get out early due to the holiday weekend. And I have managed to spend the past hour typing this blog...so in retrospect, all is going well. :) I'll be out of here in about 3 hours.
I hope everyone has a good holiday weekend. Be Safe!