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my car was due for a regular service appointment and since i’m one of five americans who intends to drive on their vacation, i needed to take it in today so i can get it out of the way before august. yes, i know gas prices are high and it’s probably cheaper to fly but unlike most americans i am NOT vacationing at home. if i had a fuckin’ pool, i would, but i don’t, so i’m gonna hit the pavement on down to disneyworld with mikey. seriously, if i was a kid and my parents came to me and said, oh, we’re vacationing at home this year. sorry, kids…i’d probably kill them. we plan to stop in savannah for a couple of days on the way there and then hit hilton head for a few days on the way back after being in disney for five days. and i’m driving the whole damn way. gas prices be damned.
so i take my car on down to arlington at like the crack of dawn and opt to take the metro back to the city and hit the gym. unfortunately, i hit the tail end of rush hour and those fuckin’ metro cars were fucking packed. jesus. look i’m all for going green or saving gas (except not really, clearly, as the above paragraph shows) but this was ridiculous. so i exited the platform and decided to wait until just after nine or so to try again. in the meantime, pentagon city was just a short walk from the bmw dealership, so i stopped in at the riteaid to get some tea tree oil to help cure my scorching case of bar rot
which is a typical hazard of bartending and only my second case in almost 8 years. it’s painful and annoying and i completely blame it on all those damn limes and people who ask me to make drinks for them.
then i climbed back on the metro where some little kid said i looked like superman (thanks) and i know he thought that i didn’t hear because i had my earphones in, but little did he know that i was actually scrolling through my playlists and heard every word he said to his mom. i eventually settled on See You Again by Miley Cyrus.
so i took the blue line from pentagon city all the way around to metro center even thought it would have been easier to take the yellow to gallery place and transfer to the red line but the metro (and poor people) scare me so i decided since i was in no rush i would take the longer route where i wouldn’t have to change trains. i go to the gym where i’m literally the only person in there save for the front desk girl and i do shoulders and listen to Santogold and Robyn.
then i walk home, which was boring, and i took a nap until about 3 when i get a call from Kevin, by bmw service manager, who informs me that they “found something”. ooh. turns out, he says, i have a slice in my tire and i don’t know what that is, so i ask him and he says it looks like someone tried to unsuccessfully slash my tire…or it could be any number of things, he goes on, but i didn’t hear that part. my imagination went wild at the possible tire slashing. i bet it’s the paraplegic killer across the hall. or that other neighbor who hates my dog. or that old queen upstairs who wears wool socks and only wool socks while harassing our concierge Safwat all day. i mean, i try not to drive too much (fine. you got me. i lied just then) but my car is only ever in my parking garage or behind the bar or at the gym…or in front of the smoothie king. but that’s it. and i don’t think anyone is really out to get me. so i’m sure it’s not an attempted tire murder and perhaps i just ran over a knife or something.
anyway, so they had to give me a new tire in addition to all the regular check up stuff and i had a nice conversation with kevin about how much i love my car and how i’m going to drive all the way to orlando and back and then we talk about the new X6 . i’m not entirely sure i like it yet. there was one parked out front but it was such an awful goddamn color that i think it ruined the whole thing for me. it was like a color that only large black women would pick. like teal.
and now i’m at home and i have just enough time to shower, change, walk the pooch and maybe eat something but i probably won’t since i had a huge smoothie two hours ago.
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