Before 10 a.m.

The other day a light came on in my car that said Service Engine Soon.  Soon???  All I can think is this must be serious - good thing it is under warranty and good thing my brother's friend that works there is hot.   So, I call the dealership and schedule a service and she gets me in the next day.   This really must be serious - it usually takes a week to schedule an appointment.  Anyway, I put on a tidge more make-up than normal and head the 30 miles out of my way first thing in the morning.  While I am sitting in the waiting room, the HOT friend walks by and sees me sitting there and inquires what I am doing back so soon (was just there for routine maintenance).   I tell him the problem and he immediately puts me on the VIP list and goes to tell them to hurry me along.   Within 5 minutes he comes back to say that my car should be out in no time and then proceeds to tell me the problem.   Apparently, if you don't screw on the gas cap tight enough, the check engine SOON light comes on.  MORON.   As if I don't already feel like a bumbling idiot in front of this guy, now I just want to bury my head in my hands and slither out of there.  Thankfully, he was gracious about it and did not make me feel ridiculous but still.   Here is my one defense on this - if this is such a common problem, why wouldn't the service appointment lady say, "Hey, check your gas cap before trying half away across town."   I am sure they all got a nice chuckle when I left.

So, I am still feeling quite stupid an hour later when I get to my office.  As I am walking into the building, a lady and co-worker see me with my hands full so they hold the elevator for me.   I was pretty far away at that point so of course I feel like I have to boot-scoot to get there because of their nice gesture.   When I walk in, the very large woman and her co-worker press floor 4 and then ask me what floor.  2.  She looks at her co-worker and "under her breath" says, "And you call me lazy."  WTF?   I have 8 things in my hands along with my 4-inch heels and you are going to call me lazy for not taking the stairs.  I call me smart.  I also guarantee you that you would NEVER take the long flight of stairs on your 82 smoke breaks a day if you worked on my floor.   Again in my defense, I take the stairs every time I can which means every time my hands are free so my clumsy-ass can hold on to the rail.   Should I tell her how many times I have sprained/torn/broken my ankle?   So much for her nice gesture.