Sometimes I think that someone is out there who exists solely to spite me. Not only did my not even 2 year old Honda Accord fail to start over the weekend, but 2 attempts to jump start my car didn’t result in any hint of activity in the car — no lights, no sound, nada. Obviously the next logical step would be to call a Honda dealership to have my car towed since it’s under warranty, but that, my friends, is where the motherf-ery begins! (Long story short: I was indirectly responsible for a broken water pipe in my apartment’s garage.)

All is going great until I get a call from the towing company that the dealership uses about the clearance of the parking garage my car is situated in — is it at least 9 feet? I check the clearance for the towing company — it’s actually 7 feet — and I ask if that’s okay. The woman with whom I’m talking to gives the phone to the tow truck driver who states that he’s sure he can fit and asks if I can just meet him there. Of course, I say yes.

Fast forward to a couple minutes later: the towing company informs me that the driver is at the garage and that I’m supposed to meet him. I walk around said garage for a couple of minutes trying to find him, but to no avail — I can’t find him on any floor or anywhere outside the actual garage. In the middle of informing the towing company this, the fire alarm in the garage goes off, and there’s a frantic hurry to evacuate the building. My boyfriend is with me, so he says in a joking manner, “Maybe the truck driver set it off!”

Of course, I didn’t think anything of the comment at the time, but it was surprisingly true — during the mess in which I tried to find the driver, we chanced upon a fire truck, water running down one side of the garage, and the truck driver at the scene. Oops. We later see the truck driver driving away from the garage. Double oops.

I never did find out what happened to the truck driver and if he was liable for the damages that he caused (that I indirectly caused?). Luckily for me, the towing company sent another driver out later that evening, and I had my car successfully towed to the dealership and fixed afterwards.

I also almost ran over a HUGE curb in the middle of the street as I was turning left at a light late at night (with 4 other passengers in my car…) because I have horrible night vision. I thank whoever is out there to spite me that they decided to go easy on me then, because it probably could’ve ended worse than worked up nerves.

But happy news! It’s been a long time coming, but I haven’t made a proper entry saying that Monologuing has moved to its own domain! I hope to expand monologu.es to a full scale personal site in the future, but for now it’ll boast a blog and a WordPress theme that I managed to make myself. It was a hard fought battle, but I’m proud of the results!