It’s online 10:30 AM and I’m already sitting on a fucking rainbow. Flat tire, dead battery, inquiry of controlled substances and talked to some cops.

First my car starts sounding weird on HOV near Glebe and I drive all the way Army/Navy Dr to find out my tire got punctured. Once I pulled the tire, I noticed a shiny piece of metal in the tread. To bad I rode the side walls at 70 MPH for about 3 miles. New tire it is.

Once I fix the flat my car won’t start. The only people around are two guys in some utility truck. The come over and help me jump start the car. Granted the connection might be lose on my battery but telling me that this might be my problem and wiggling it and making it looser is going to help the situation. Shocker they asked me if I smoked. I laugh and told them only on the weekends and I don’t carry on the weekdays. If I actually did, I would had hook them but, I wasn’t going to tip them money for something they should just do out of kindness. Plus I don’t carry cash, either.

So I get the hell on around the corner when I come to a stop sign when the car dies. Lucky me, a cop was behind me. I didn’t waster any time acting like I was trying to start the car. I just jumped out and told the officer (Hey look, it’s a lady!) that my battery just died. We jump it. It died 30 seconds later. I felt like a idiot when she was wrapping up the cables that I needed another jump. So I tell her it won’t idle and I’ll just have to over rev it. Which is so much fun, in an automatic. Even though she was following me and she know I just needed to get to the other side of Crystal City as fast as possible, i still felt obligated to follow the posted speed limit with a cop behind me. I had to sit at the same red light twice, because some dick in a moving van was taking up a lane. So, any way. I waved, she didn’t touch my leg.

Basically it took me an hour to go 1.2 miles. Sitting on a rainbow, that’s my mood. Now, I’ve got to leave the building for a fire drill. Awesome.

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