I love my choir. I really and truly do. I would not give it up for anything in the world. But the downside to rehearsing a half an hour away from my home is driving home late at night.
10:30 pm: I hit a pothole last night on my way home from rehearsal. I was going through the Great Swamp and it literally came out of no where, like one of those portable holes you see in cartoons. The right front tire bouned hard in the hole, jarring the whole car. I didn't notice anythign wrong until a few minutes later when the wheel was overcorrecting; if I relaxed my grip on the wheel, the car veered right. It wasn't until I turned onto Long Hill Road that the tire went completely flat, popping off the rim.
10:40 pm: I pulled off to the side of the road and called my parents, and then a friend.
11:10 pm: My friend gets there to help, but the lugnuts are completely stuck. They won't budge at all.
12:00 pm: I park the car in a driveway (the owner of the driveway had come home and gave me permission), and my friend drove me home.
2:00 am: I finally fell asleep.
7:00 am: I called our Mechanic who sent the tow truck out. He picked up the car and took it back to our mechanic.
9:00 am: I got the scoop. As it turns out, one of the lugnuts is broken. Thank God it's only one. But I am now grounded in town and can't get to school, and I tried registering for classes but Webadvisor says I haven't met with all my advisors yet, and you name it, it's probably wrong right not.
Why does everything happen late at night, in the middle of nowhere, and when your family is out of town?
So long, farewell, auf wiedersehen, adieu!
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