I had all of one order yesterday.
Picked up and everything by 10 a.m.
Spent the rest of my shift helping where I could.
And constantly looking for more to do.
At end of the day I was helping in grocery.
I enjoyed that.
I enjoy helping out there for the more I do the more I learn what we have which makes shopping curbside so much easier.
I left the day feeling really satisfied.
Even the fact that it was blowing sleety snow did nothing to diminish my mood.
Realized I needed to tap blade to get the snow build up off.
It came off in my hand.
IN MY HAND!
I spent several minutes standing in the sleety snow trying to reattach the wiper.
To no avail.
There was a lot of screaming the word fuck to the air.
I thought I could make it home but nope by the time I got around the corner it was blowing badly.
And the interior of the car is fogged I cannot see.
And to top it all off…..
the arm for the wiper switch snapped off…..
IN MY HAND!
Wipers are now on warp speed and metal screeching on glass.
I could not.
I swore more.
Drove around to Walmart hoping I was not going to kill anyone.
Storm into Walmart and phone T to let him know what was going on.
He was less then helpful.
I found the wiper blade in record time.
An aside while my contacts are awesome for distance I sacrifice my near sight and trying to read small print…..
I need an arm extension.
Used the self check out.
That was fun.
Those damn things make me nervous don’t ask me why.
The second I stepped away a worker was there to sanitize it.
Out I go…..
AND THE FREAKING SNOW HAS STOPPED!
Are you kidding me?
Why could it not have ended before I got out of work??????
And it is not like I can just turn the wiper blades off because the handle remember has broken off.
Now let me set the scene…..
Parked beneath a light which makes everything orange.
Wearing my contacts.
Trying to decipher the picture to put my wiper blade on.
Once more turning the air blue with my curses.
Finally got it on and off I go.
With the wiper blades going full speed.
Now y’all must be thinking why did she not pull the fuse?
And the thought had crossed my mind however when I got outside the thought was gone.
When I got home I realized that I had forgotten to get T a drink.
As I turned to leave I see that he has not taken out the garbage as I asked.
That was the icing on the cake.
Icing on the cake.
I railed at him.
I am asking for assistance because I am not superwoman and cannot do it all alone.
Stormed over to the gas bar to get him root beer and me a Pepsi.
When I get back the garbage is still at the bottom of the stairs and when I go to ask if he is going to take out said garbage
he wanders over eating.
Still in his shorts.
I grabbed the garbage and stormed off.
When I came back inside he had put my magic bag in the microwave.
I changed and sat down.
I vegged on the couch for a bit until I had calmed.
I did take advantage of T’s guilt.
He made me a sandwich.
He fed the cats.
The ex stopped and checked that the wiper blade was on correctly..
I guess it is as it did not fly off on the way home.
When the handle broke off all I could think was I now had no turn signals.
Yes you did read that right.
My brain was frizzled and frazzled.
Was greatly relieved on the way home to discover that I did still in fact have them.
In the past this would have been enough to drive me to the liquor store.
And the thought never even crossed my mind.
When I was taking the garbage down a thought about a drink flashed across my mind but more as a memory of how I would have dealt with this situation.
Today I can look back at it and laugh.
It really is funny and if you are imagining me and laughing that is okay too.
That is the whole point of this post is to make people smile and shake their heads.
For even if it is not this particular one everyone has a story like mine.
Have an awesome Thursday all.
Picture is my own