Bad days are here to stay!

Let me start this off on a light note. I was just posting a comment on my Mom's blog, when my word verifier made me giggle. It was: hoexemo

Or as I saw it: ho ex-emo

I know, I'm an idiot.

Anyway. So the roads are still crap here, and after my 19 hour day yesterday, and my 12 hour day today, I wasn't taking any crap from a passing car. You don't like me going 15 mph, kiss my bumper!

Funny, someone took me up on it.....

I was driving home tonight. It's 12:15am, I am REALLY tired. The roads are horrible. The ice is 6 inches thick, and the morons in Oregon have driven grooves into the ice. My car has maybe an inch or two of clearance on that.... Anyway. My back tires, the ones with the chains ya know, well, they are a little wider than your standard tire. So the grooves in the road? Not my friend.

I'm driving along, straddling the grooves, dealing with the 15 inch tall ice rings around man-hole covers, handling the train-tracks with the foot tall ice in between the rails *grumble*, when I actually hit an area that had no grooves. PRAISE BE TO THE HEAVENS! I can get TRACTION!

Still doing 15 mph or less, and I see the grooves start to come back. At this point, there's this idiot riding my butt. There are TWO lanes. You don't like it?! Pass me *expletive*! Then wham! No more starting to come back, my car slides right into the damn things, as they popped out of no where. I start sliding. Right! Then left! Lets throw in a couple of 360's for fun. My car drifts during the spins to the side of the road, where the 4 foot tall snow drifts are, from the moron's that plow this city. Snap, crackle, pop! I'm stuck. Idiot riding my butt, *bump*. Comes to a stop, and is touching my front bumper.

Had he damaged my car in any way, I would have gotten a new car, and probably a trip to jail, as in my sleepy and now panicked state, my brain to mouth filter was rebooting....

Did I mention I was stuck?

So the guy jumps out of his car, and asks me if I am ok. Looking at this serial-killer creepy man in stunned amazement, I managed to let out a burst of laughter. Did I mentioned I suffer from panic attacks and hysterical laughter? Such a wonderful combination. Most of my friends actually enjoy watching me.... One minute I'm cracking jokes about the random thing that just happened, the next I'm shaking, and hyperventilating.

At this point, I'm actually seriously planning to walk home, and started gathering my stuff together in my car.

So back to Charles Manson. Anyway, how many people on this planet actually carry snow shovels in their cars? Can you guess? I sure as hell thought he'd just buried a body when he pulled it out.... Me and my imagination. Some times we get along, some times we don't.

So yea, Dahmer starts shoveling the snow away from my tires. I'm checking the bumpers of our cars for damage. I've reached the point of shaking now.... He's offering to give me a ride home if we can't get my car out. He's still digging, I haven't spoken a word yet. And uh yea, not getting into Jeffrey's car.

I'm getting text messages from Pseudo, and while I know I should help dig, and not respond, I couldn't help it. My brain was somewhere on a beach in Hawaii.

I finally spoke, and apologized for spinning out..... brain to mouth filter, just coming back up from the reboot.... "It's those blasted grooves. You know, you shouldn't ride so close to people on this kind of ice. We could have really gotten hurt here, and it would have been both our faults." He actually agreed with me. I expected defensive, and then a smack up-side the head with the shovel. But he apologized, and offered to follow me home to make sure I made it. Thanks, but uh, yea, no.

It wasn't 5 minutes later, seriously, 5 MINUTES, and my car was sliding down onto the street and off the snow-plowed pile of ice.... Least it made a soft crunch when I hit it. But I mean, WOW! 5 minutes?!

He again offered to follow me home. I said I was going to head to the gas station to calm down a bit, but thanks. I did, too. Pulled into Chevron, walked inside, and admired the overpriced munchies until Ted Bundy drove away.

I gave myself enough time to let Mr. Ripper get a good mile or two up the road, and then got in my car and headed home.

The whole festivity lasted about an hour, and I'm sure I'll take about 4 hours to calm down, a few shots, and a half a pack of cigarettes. Considering a hot shower too, as I tensed up so bad, I've spazzed every muscle in the right side of my body....

I am so glad to be home now though. SO SO SO GLAD!

Kiss the carpet glad. lol! Ok, so maybe not, but you get the point.

So, how was your day?