Stress-free weekend

That's what it was supposed to be at any rate. WIth the death, or at least fatal wounding, of my car, I was a running a little high on the blood pressure chart. So, I personally perscribed 5000ccs of video game for the weekend. I figured, easy, just do nothing, stay holed up in the house, dedicate all alert moments to the conquering of my large pile of to-be-beaten video games, and during the whole process consume many alcoholic beverages. simple.
Oh, yeah, I had one EASY task to complete that existed outside the realm of the videogame world(s). And that being, return the rental which I had run out and picked up to help ease the lack of personal transportation. Not difficult at all.

or so I thought.

Before I continue with my little story, let me just fill you in on my dirty little secret. I have two known super powers. One, that I can make all traffic lights turn from green to red as I approach, most notably when time is of the essence. My second is that, should I have some kind of monetary difficulty (say, for instance, the death of a car), I will then proceed to have difficulties in every aspect of my life. If only I could use these powers for good instead of evil. or at least evil directed towards anyone except myself.

So, I return the rental, hand them my card, ready to sign on the dotted line and pay three months worth of payments on their stupid faggy-purple Kia Rio. I have plenty to cover it, and shouldn't be a problem. that is until they proceed to charge me not once, not twice, but THREE fucking times. (at this writing, we can always hope - and expect - for more.) Wait, let that sink in: CHARGED ME THREE TIMES.

Now, the nice young man behind the counter has been apologizing most of the day, and that is nice of him. I mean, sure what does he have to worry, not his account, but I guess it's the thought that counts. We've contacted my bank, they can't help me. And he has assured me that he will be in touch with corporate, and they will resolve this issue.

on MONDAY.

Now, I am forever the optimistic, and I do realize that them ("them" referring to "corporate") resolving this issue could be as simple as them scratching their heads, shrugging their shoulders, and saying, well we got our money. and I admit, that IS a resolution, just not the one I'd wish for.


So, yeah, so much for avoiding that stress. If you need me I will be shut in my house for the next 48 hours, sationary on the couch, fearful that any movement could activate my dormant (for now) super-power. Oh, and I'll be DRUNK.