Holly's very bad, horrible, no good day

So today I had a bad day and when I say bad I mean FECKIN BAD. I left the house early today so I could get to work early and decorate my friend’s cubicle for her birthday. My being early is a rarity (just so you understand the significance of me being early). I was driving and noticed my car getting hot but didn’t think anything of it till it was running about 230/240ish (for the auto illiterate: this is not good). So I pulled off the side of the road and got out to investigate. It was the damn coolant system, which I had a certain garage in Cresson, PA fix last week. Needless to say I was ready to take the boots to someone. I couldn’t even jerry-rig it to work till I got to work, the thing was FUBAR (fecked up beyond all repair). So I had to have it towed and it ended up being an hour wait for a tow truck (rush hour traffic). So in the hour it took for the tow truck not a SINGLE driver stopped to help. If this happened in PA I’d of had half a dozen people stop, someone offering to take me to work, at least one or two people laying on the ground trying to work on it and someone calling their buddy to come pick up my car. What the fuck is up with the lack of courtesy with Maryland drivers?!. I already know they can’t drive worth shit but I thought they would have at least the decency to stop and help (they don’t).
So anyhow, while I was waiting for the tow truck, I decided to keep myself occupied since there wasn’t anything more I could have done. So I pulled my roomies copy of He’s Not That Into You out and starting reading it. That got me to thinking about the relationship aspect of my life (intentionally being vague) and realized I am ‘wasting the pretty’ on someone not into me enough to call me or ask how my day was. Yeah, so the more I read the more indignant I became and upset I got at myself for allowing myself to accept less. When the poor tow truck driver got there I was not a very happy customer and was like ‘just like a man to say ya will be here in 15 min and show up an hour later without an apology or flowers’. Poor guy never knew what hit him. I felt bad then ‘cuz he was a Russian cutie with a rockin’ ass and an irresistible accent (I recommend P & D towing to all the single girls in G’town) who’s only fault is being born male.
Fast Forward…I was an hr and a half late for work and had to hit the ground running there. No time for lunch break at all until the 20 minutes I took after 4 to go get my car back from the garage. It took me two weeks to earn what I spent in one afternoon on my car. Yeah, great friggin day huh? My day was the very essence of bad day and I am going to drink a beer (by beer I mean beers) and put an end to my very bad, horrible, no good day.