Guess How Much of My Weekend Went Right

This post isn't really ranting about anything, but it's like a week late, so I figured I would just write about the weekend I had.

First of all, we had a "walkthrough" for our basketball game yesterday, at 9 in the morning. Our game was not until 6 at night, there was no earthly reason to be in the gym that early. On top of it my phone broke yesterday. I don't know how but there's an enormous crack in the screen, and it won't show anything at all. My guess is that someone stepped on it, or a ball hit it during our walkthrough. But I figured it would all be worth it since our preparation would pay off when we won our game.

Wrong.

We lost.

I also figured it would be worth it since I had nothing to do in between our walkthrough and game. I was gonna go get lunch with my girlfriend on her break from work, which I figured would be a nice way to spend the intervening hours.

Wrong.

I got home to find an email from my supervisor at work. Someone hadn't shown up and they had no other substitutions and they needed me to come in as soon as I could. Not that it mattered, because when my girlfriend got to work, she found out that she didn't have a break that day.

Anyway.

Today, I'm taking my phone over to Verizon for them to look at it. My car's gas light is on, but I don't really think anything of it. After all, I've driven longer with it on; I'll just go get gas after Verizon, before I go to work.

Wrong.

About halfway up Bradley road, my car runs out of gas. Now I'm terrified. I've never been in a situation like this before, and Bradley is a pretty busy road. So I'm sort of off to the side of it, lights flashing, and I'm sitting in my car thinking, and I figure the first thing I'll do is call my dad right?

Wrong.

That's right, my phone doesn't work. Now I have to walk all the way to the BP at the corner of Detroit and Bradley (this sounds worse than it was; it was probably only about 150 yards and it wasn't that cold, but saying it likes that lets me feel more hard done by) and ask the girl working there to use their phone. The girl looked like she was about 19 or 20, and she just laughed at me when I explained to her why I had to use their phone instead of my own. In hindsight I suppose it is a little funny, albeit in an ironic sort of way. At any rate, I call my dad from BP, he comes and gets me, we go back to my house, get the gas can in the garage for the lawn mower, take it back out to Bradley and give the car enough gas to get it to BP. After I fill it up, I go to Verizon, figuring at least I'll finally get my phone fixed.

Wrong.

The crack was "unfixable." That's the word they used. But it is insured, so at least I'll have a new one by Tuesday.

I just noticed my use of "albeit." I'm basically guaranteed to get into any school ever.

Also wrong.

I realize that this is not the usual sophisticated and witty diction you're used to from me. But to be honest I think I am literally in the worst mood I have ever been in and I could care less. A very very negligibly small amount less.

I'm going to bed.