I’m sorry I didn’t make it, but it’s not for lack of trying.
Please excuse me if this post seems more Pit-like than MPSIMS-like, but I’m beyond pissed off about this afternoon’s events, as I was stood up and spent 3 HOURS and 45 minutes driving to freaking NOWHERE.
Heloise asked me to meet her at her place so we could ride together. I left my house at 2:30, stopped at my boss’s to drop something off and headed towards her place at 2:50.
It’s a 40 minute drive, which should have put me there at 3:30, as planned. Even if I hit some of the typical downtown traffic, the most I would’ve been late was 10 minutes or so.
But traffic was NOT typical (especially for 3:00 in the freaking afternoon!!!). I wasted 30 goddamn minutes on the parking lot that was supposed to be a freeway and didn’t arrive at Heloise’s place until 4:00.
She only lives 15 minutes from the theater, so even at that we’d’ve only been 5 minutes later than the designated meeting time.
Except…
She didn’t bother to pay me the courtesy of waiting for me. Thanks a bunch.
Nor did she leave a clear message as to whether she’d be coming back to get me or if I should meet her at the theater.
Which, btw, I didn’t bother to bring along the directions to because - well - I was going with her and she knew how to get there, so I didn’t need them.
After taking the time to look in the newspaper with the guy she’s living with to find where the theater was located, and then looking up how to get there in the Thomas Guide, it was now 4:20 - barely enough time to make it there and miss the first few previews, IF they weren’t sold out and there wasn’t a horrendous line at the box office.
But…
As my luck had it, there was a fatal accident on the freaking freeway so it was at a complete stand-still. By 4:45 I finally decided there was no way in hell I was going to make it there so I decided to turn around and head home.
Sure, I could’ve still headed that direction and met up with everyone for dinner, but a) who the hell knows how long it would’ve taken me in the dead-stopped traffic, b) I had no desire to figure out a way to entertain myself alone for 3 and a half hours while waiting for the movie to be over, c) I had no idea where the restaurant was, seeing as how I didn’t feel the need to write it down since I was supposed to be going there from the theater with everyone else who knew where it was.
And naturally the drive home was fucking hell. There was construction and a lane closure on the 5 and not 1, but 2 more accidents on the 110. Oh, but one of them was on the other side of the freeway, but the damn rubberneckers had to drive 2 freaking miles per hour to twist around and look at it – which is most likely what caused the accident right near it on my side of the freeway (I mean parking lot).
One 16-minute-turn-your-engine-off-'cause-you-aren’t-going-anywhere-at-a-railroad-crossing with the longest train ever in the history of the freaking universe (which STOPPED halfway across for 5 minutes), and 3 hours and 45 minutes later I’m home, drained, pissed off and tired. I could’ve almost been in freaking Vegas in that amount of time. I could’ve driven to San Diego - TWICE.
If I hadn’t had to detour to get to Heloise’s because I thought she was waiting for me, I could’ve stayed on the damn 110 and gotten to the theater in plenty of time, even WITH the traffic I’d had to sit in.
Thanks again for waiting, Heloise.
And my apologies to everyone who probably waited for me outside the theater, thinking I was coming because I’d said I would be there.
I hope you guys enjoyed the movie and that dinner was fun.
Maybe next time.
I really appreciate your consideration in avoiding stepping on my penis - Spiny Norman
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