Here’s a fresh tale of woe for all you out there in Internet land…

So, less than one hour ago, I went on my lunch break, and I drove to a nearby Mexican eatery just down the road from where I work.  The parking lot was full, save for one available parking space.  I went to pull into said parking space, but just as I decided to do so, some tall, attractive blonde girl, who was talking on her cell phone, decided to stand in the middle of the available space.  I waited a moment or two before she finally realized she was standing in my way.

I got out of the car and headed toward the restaurant’s door.  But, the blonde girl, who was still on her phone, stood oblivious in front of the doorway, blocking me.  I stepped to the left; she also coincidentally stepped to the left.  I stepped to the right; she stepped to the right, her back still toward me.  Was I engaged in a dance step I was not aware of?  Finally, she moved out of the way, and I stepped inside.

I ordered my usual, a chicken burrito, and then sat at a table to wait for my food.  The blonde was behind me in line (she was off the phone, finally), and she ordered and then sat as well.

I listened for my number to be called, but didn’t hear it.  I saw the blonde girl get up and get her food.  That’s weird, I thought.  I figured I would have gotten my food first.  A few minutes later, another number was called.

“Oh my God,” the blonde girl said, “I took someone else’s food.”

I assumed she was eating my burrito, well, just because.  I went up to the counter.

“Your chicken burrito will be up soon,” an employee told me, “someone else took it.”

Figured.  So, I waited a few more minutes before I got my food.

I sat at my table and took a bite.  My burrito tasted strange.  I looked down and saw that they had given me a steak burrito instead of a chicken burrito.

Screw it, I said to myself, and went on eating.

Oops! Accidentally deleted this post in the purging of “Epic Woe…” Sorry.

I went out to my car this morning and saw that I left the door not-quite-shut. Immediately, I thought that my battery would be dead, but this thought was fleeting as I soon saw a gaping hole where my car’s stereo used to be. Yep, gone. My glove box was also open, and there were papers and crap (not literal crap, of course) everywhere. Who knew I had so much junk in my car? Funny thing was, my GPS device was not stolen and was resting on the passenger seat.

The next thing I thought was, damn it, one of my favorite CD’s was in the stereo. I got out of the car and found the CD’s case on the ground next to my tire. I opened it and (of course) there was no CD inside. As if the people or person who stole my stereo would actually take the time to remove the disc from the stereo and carefully replace it in its case before setting it on the ground. Oh, well, I hope my thieves or thief likes Swedish death metal.

Good grief.