I mean I'm still in my house clothes for heavens sake; an old t shirt that says 'everything about me is awesome' worn over an almost sheer cotton dress..clothes meant for home you know, and where am I sitting? In a car hospital since forever.
Just to get some small tweaks and things done to the car, car seat and so forth and goddamn it, how long will these shenanigans take?
I thought I'd be in an out in a surgical strike, but how bloody wrong was I? Arghhh. My eye is itching for whatever reason. I'm tired and feeling bad for my house clothes, getting soiled amidst car things.
The waiting area smells of cigarettes. Why would anyone smoke in a closed air conditioned room? Now my clothes and hair and everything is smelling of cigarettes.
Gah!
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