Yeah. Day before Christmas. Waited to the last minute. Yada,yada,yada. So bust me, I’m going to Wal Mart. Of course it was crazy busy but I scored a sweet parking spot near the door. As I pulled in to the spot I go, “What the Hell?”
A car door? Who leaves a car door at the Wal Mart? Your wallet or cell phone, maybe a pack of hamburger? Sure, leave those things at Wal Mart all the time. But a freaking CAR DOOR? How fucked does your life have to get to reach this level.
Are you saying to yourself, “My life doesn’t suck that bad.”?
Will someone explain to me how such a thing could happen.