That Was That

I left the house this morning and saw that M actually drank ¼ of her iced tea. Gross.

I received a msg from S informing me that M sent him a text saying, “I broke the dipstick on my car accidentally. Is it still ok to drive?” S didn’t respond. Let us pause here for a moment. How does one break a dipstick accidentally? I think those bad boys would need to be very much intentionally stricken against the ground in order to snap. What on earth was she doing with it???

Anyway, S didn’t reply to her. So she sent him another text, “Fine. Don’t talk to me then. I don’t understand why everyone hates me.” To which he replied with a simple, “Shut the fuck up.” And he received, “Why are you mad at me?” That was the end of that exchange!

When I got home from work, she was lying in bed and I asked her if she had a good day off. She said she didn’t sleep at all last night and that she went downtown today and the only thing worth retelling about her story is that when she got back into her car, she closed the door but it wouldn’t latch. So she opened it again and realized that the entire locking and latching mechanism had fallen out and landed on the ground. She shoved it back in and that was that! Good as new.