What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?
July 5th, 2006
Some days when you’re down for a variety of reasons and just…sulking, something so wonderful happens out of the clear blue sky that makes you realize that yes! It’s all going to be okay.
Today wasn’t that day.
I hopped in the car, already grump-o from a series of totally annoying and stupid events, and was feeling kind of down after a weekend visit with my family (long story…), and I was so sure things would be looking up when I realized that while I had the AC fired up full speed, I was sweating enough to soak through my shirt and I was starting to smell. Yummy!
My car air conditioner broke and was actually spitting out hot air. It’s July in Florida. Do the math. Sooo, I sighed heavily and thought that while it’s true, we have had an alarming number of costly things happen to us in the last few months, an air conditioner isn’t that bad, even though my warranty expired last week and yes! It could be worse! We can swing this!
I took in a deep breath, cranked up the music and rolled down the window with REM on shuffle. Happy! Sun! Cool breezes! And then…after pulling out of a light, the car next to me decided to empty his ashtray out the window going 45 MPH. I hardly knew what happened when I felt things fly by my face and I was surrounded by an overwhelming stench of dirty ashes and burning cigarettes. The entire contents of the ashtray whipped through the air at lightning speed, and landed exactly in my passenger seat, after taking a detour all over my chest and face. A still-lit butt was slowly burning its way through my floor carpet on the passenger side, and my white shirt was completely coated in foul-smelling ash, while my windblown hair reeked of a strip club in Syracuse.
I’m in bed with a vodka tonic. Tomorrow will be better.
*REM of course. It was on repeat as the whole disaster was shaking out.
**And I’d like to point out that this is the second time someone else’s smoke caused me pain. Remember the rogue joint I almost got arrested for?
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13 Comments Add your own
1. Yez | July 5th, 2006 at 8:23 pm
I’d be in bed with a bottle of vodka, a bottle of Rose’s lime and 2 straws. Sweet dreams – tomorrow HAS to be a better day!
2. carol | July 5th, 2006 at 8:39 pm
This is NOT your month…what the hell is going on??? Hope you have a better rest of the week!
3. Gypsy | July 6th, 2006 at 6:23 am
Oh man. No AC in July in Florida? Someone doesn’t like you. I hope you get it fixed quickly before you melt entirely.
4. impossiblejane | July 6th, 2006 at 6:42 am
Oh no, did you get the license plate number? That sucks so bad. Someone’s nasty cigarettes burning up your car is worse than not having AC. Sorry to hear about your horrible day.
5. 31 Girl | July 6th, 2006 at 8:50 am
I may have had a similar experience where I ran someone down and yelled at them very loudly.
6. Whinger | July 6th, 2006 at 9:49 am
That is a bad, bad day, but luckily you knew the cure! Vodka tonic! It cures everything!
Well…except alcoholism.
7. Beth | July 6th, 2006 at 11:19 am
Ugh. Some people are so inconsiderate. And I’ve been stuck with broken AC in the past, and it ain’t fun. Here’s hoping your luck improves!
8. Lawyerish | July 6th, 2006 at 11:26 am
Um, YUCK. To all of it. Especially the ashes in your face. That person should be shot. Seriously, who does that? Why does the ash tray have to be emptied at that EXACT moment, namely while the person is STILL DRIVING? People suck.
9. christine | July 6th, 2006 at 11:55 am
UGH, what an awful day. I heard vodka and rose’s sweetened lime juice mentioned earlier…and now that’s all I want. May you have many many drinks and much better days.
10. E | July 6th, 2006 at 1:10 pm
Please tell me that you peed in this person’s car after the incident.
11. Jen W. | July 6th, 2006 at 1:24 pm
That is awful. It’s bad enough when you can just SMELL it driving down the road, but to have it flung in your face? And burn your car? That truly sucks. But look at the brightside, at least you can sit in bed with vodka. Ya got that goin’ for ya.
12. Katie | July 9th, 2006 at 11:30 pm
Ugh. Litterers. Grrrr. They’re like a special kind of sociopath. What a bastard! Who does that? I mean really, how hard is it to wait ’til you get to a garbage can anyhow?
13. Claire | July 10th, 2006 at 8:36 am
Oh my god, that’s disgusting. I AM a dirty smoker and would never, ever, ever do that ever because that is nasty and ew. I’m so so sorry.
I can relate to the AC thing, too. Mine’s dead and they quoted me $650 to replace the compressor. I’m going to wait it out as long as i can, but then, i’m not in Florida.
Make that Vodka a double…
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