tina's inconvenience
My 2018 Kia Soul (affectionately named after Tina from Bob's Burgers), as beloved as she is, gets a kick out of putting out when it's most inconvenient for me. Not when I have plenty of time on my hands, not when I'm just leaving the house, but when her aforementioned putting out would, if unfixable, certainly strand me.
I was planning on going to a writer's workshop at my local bookstore with a few friends today, but needed to stop for gas on the way there. I filled up my tank, and tried starting up the car. Now, I'm no mechanic, but it sounded a lot like Tina was attempting to self-destruct. Two warning lights came on, she sputtered as though she were belching hellfire, and I shut the car the hell of. She wiped her lips clean when I turned it back on, and I drove home very, very quickly.
This situation, though it could have been much worse, was inconvenient for two reasons. The first being my near-total blindness because I forgot my contacts at home like a genius and couldn't u-turn before I realized the blurriness wasn't just dirt on the windshield. Second being my girlfriend abandoning me (dramatic) this week to help her family with their business (how dare she) and leaving me with our three cat children and a bag of chocolates I will probably consume entirely before the night falls.
However, anxiety-inducing as that may have been, it might have been a blessing in disguise. I get to take a warm shower, do my homework at a reasonable hour, and eat dinner and watch The Office before bed! We're getting wild (going to bed at 9:30pm).
Thanks to Tina's inconvenience, I will forcibly (but nevertheless) enjoy my own company tonight.
Praying she starts tomorrow.