Friday the 13th: What happened to you today?

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

Tell us what happened to you today, Friday the 13th. This isn't a competition, so you don't have to try to out do the last guy or gal; just tell us what was screwed up about your Friday the 13th.

I'll start, of course, and -- warning! -- mine is dull!

I only got 4 hour of work today. Why is that so horrible? I'm broke, in debt, and need the money. But, at least I have a job, right.

Okay, who's next. (That should be easy to make appear more "normal" than "13th-ish!")

 

[Bert Notorius]

I was driving home from working 5/10 hour days this week and there's a flatbed with a load of concrete blocks ahead of me by about 3/4 of a mile. He hits a pot hole (I knew it was there of course because I go around it every day) and a block hops off the back of the truck and starts tumbling after him at 65 mph. It hops up and goes through the passenger side windshield of a black Lexus. I'm thinking (shit) he's going to lock it up and cause a pile up and I'll never get home.

Instead, the Lexus starts veering toward the ditch, climbs the opposite bank and cuts a steel light post off at the base. I'm thinking (man, I don't see this everyday) and good, I should be able to slide by and get home. I'm watching the pole teeter momentarily, and then it starts tipping toward the highway. Everything is in slow motion as I see the sodium vapor light coming closer and closer.

Then in a nexus of time and space, the light crashes through my windshield and cuts my fucking head off.

So, how was your day?

 

[evesdream]

I got involved in a big old circular argument during the "fuck you" portion of the debate.

 

[phrodeau]

Rain.

 

[lothwen]

Let's see here....

I dyed my hair, and the dye got all over the bathroom wall

I went into work today and had a girl be a real bitch to me and had a manager tell me that he didn't think I was a very strong server (even though I have had yet to make a mistake with ringing in the food, I am one of the only ones who helps run food and keeps things stocked up)

I got home and had my dad tell me in a very condescending tone how to clean the bathroom.


Yeah, it's been a pretty lousing fucking day

 

[ksmybuttons]

I had the day off. I did some yard work, caught up on some missed sleep and enjoyed being alone. It was a perfect day.

 

[BossMan62]

My order of fries at Burger King were cold and limp and my date said the same thing about me.

 

[CandiCame]

I had an average day... had a job interview that went really well, they gave me some paperwork to fill out and said they would call me. I got home and my grandpa and my brother were standing outside putting together a trampoline, so they were like, "Come here and put this trampoline together" and I was like, "Um... random trampoline?"

Then my little brother, in the tone of this show he watches called iCarly goes, "RANDOM BOUNCING."

Anyway, it's fucking hard to stretch a trampoline tarp things on the springs with an old man and a child. Best quote of the day was when my gramps was like, "Vin- get that chainsaw out from the trampoline before he jumps on it. Put it over there in the wheelbarrow."

Me: You want me to get the pick-ax to?
Him: Yeah, might as well. He's a pretty heavy kid. Alright boy, jump. Lets see if it falls apart.

It didn't. So I jumped with him for a little bit, like half an hour, and then I felt fucking dead. Like so fucking tired. So I came in and kinda fell onto my bed and stared at the computer running Night Gallery episodes. So I'm watching this episode about this little girl on an island who finds a rag monster, and the window suddenly shatters, like someone threw a rock at it from the outside. So I ran to the window and I was like, "JAKE DID YOU THROW A FUCKING ROCK THROUGH MY WINDOW!? WHY WOULD YOU DO THAT?"

He was still on the trampoline. He said that he didn't do it, and there was no reason for him to- he's not the kind of kid who usually does stupid shit like that. Anyway, long story short, I have no glass in my window now. And the screen leaves something to be desired. I am being eaten alive by gnats. I have no idea what caused that. Apparently, we're gonna fix it tomorrow. I was like, "WTF?"

Oh, and my cat is being a huge bitch over her kids. They've opened their eyes and she took them and stuffed them behind the couch. So I was like, "Bitch, that's a terrible place for kittens," because there's all kinds of dangerous stuff under there, like weights and old people medications and whatnot, so I got them out and put them back in the tub we had them in. So then she took them back under the couch. So then I took them back to the tub. We did this for hours until I gave up and was like, "Fine, fuck it."

The only girl in the litter is a screamy bitch. You look at her, or pick her up, or try to pet her, and she starts SCREAMING as loud as she can. I love her. I wanna keep her. She has bright blue eyes and she's like... black with black stripes, and a pure bitch. I could train her to attack. It would be awesome.

So... to sum up, good job interview, random trampoline, broken window, kittens. I think I'm gonna call today a success.

 

[TellMeAStoryGuy]

I had the day off. I did some yard work, caught up on some missed sleep and enjoyed being alone. It was a perfect day.

That is perfect. I had been working on my yard, trying to put in a French Drain, and was ready to put in the gravel and finish up when the rain returned and overflowed the ditch. I envy you your perfect gardening day.

 

[butters]

well, candi, i certainly can't outdo that, or bert's magnificent rendition. all i can say is overnight some bastards (we think) stole some copper cable and took out the British Telecom service for loads of people near me. it might, though, be related to the digital switchover thing (as hinted by the engineer) and the date for guaranteed completion to fix the 'problem'. i wouldn't have a clue. all i know is that it made getting into work a mad rush, having been on my hands and knees unscrewing socket plates and plugging and replugging stuff in, sweating, running up my mobile phone bill, and not being able to understand one in three words said by the very softly spoken, highly accented indian guy trying to help sort it out. in the end i had to bail and pass the phone over to no2 son and rush to work.

 

[richard_daily]

I don't share stories along these lines anymore... a certain kind of litizen gets far too jealous.

 

[cookiejar]

I never thought I was that superstitious until I realized I wouldn't drive my car with my girls in. Silly but true.