A Day to Blot Out All Days...

Ugh, today was not a day I would like to remember but it is also a day I will not be soon forgetting. My day started out wonderful, I woke up in the warmth of my nice bed warmer, dressed for an early work day. Work was good, it went fast and I was able to actually say that I enjoyed it for once. After my first shift of work I went to Rosa's for lunch then headed directly to my class....this is where my day takes a drastic turn. (for those of you with feint hearts...STOP reading now)

"Wow this is a wonderful day!" Kasey thinks to herself as she drives her
faithful little red truck to class. "I couldn't have asked for a better
Thursday! Not only did I get paid today but work is going smoothly and we for
once didn't over order inventory," smiling smugly Kasey accelerates to pass a
very slow grandma in the lane in which she needs to turn. But instead of the
typical satifactory punch of power that normally comes from her pressing on the
accelerator her little "faithful" truck gives a very depressing "VVVVVV" along with a spike in RPMs
and no satisfactory addition of speed. "Hmm, I wonder if I just maybe pushed the
gas a little too fast," frowns Kasey to herself. Kasey makes the turn at a
creeping 5 miles an hour behind the little grandma, then decides to switch lanes
and give it another go. "VVVVVV" goes her little (now not so faithful) truck. So
Kasey stays behind the little grandma until she finds a free parking spot on the
side of the road for 2 hour student parking. Upon putting her little truck in
park she calls her ever so awesome dad, "Hey Dad! My truck is doing something
weird. When I punch on the gas it reminds me of a standard that is in a too low
of gear. No matter how much you punch the gas it doesn't respond very well." Her
dad after hearing her explanantion tells her that she needs to take it to the shop
because it sounds like the transmission (DA DA DUM!) is messing up. So after
class Kasey makes her way to the Firestone across the street from her house,
hoping that they will have a good prognosis for her little fickle truck. 2
hours, lots of worry and 1 oil change later the diagnosis was grim...her
transmission has dirty fluid and is losing pressure. The man at the shop told
Kasey, "You need to take it to a transmission shop to have them take a look at
it, but they will probably have to replace it. Also you have a nail in the front
right tire that is causing you to lose pressure." As Kasey tried to refrain from
pulling her hair out in front of the man she paid for the oil change and made
her way back to her little traitor of a truck. Driving the short distance home
seemed to prove that nothing was impossible to happen on this day of days. Upon
arriving at the house Kasey looked down at her key ring searching for her house
key. "CRAP!" exclaims Kasey now close to tears and hurries back to her truck to
see if she might have put the key in the cup holder of her turncoat of a truck
but couldn't get the truck key to open her driver's side door. No matter how she
turned the key or how hard she pushed on the door it wouldn't budge. Now in full
blown tears Kasey gives up and sits on the curb next to the little truck that
defected in the span of 3 hours.