Confession #6- I'm easily fooled.
I should have known something was wrong this morning when I woke up five minutes late. My morning routine wasn't shaken however, since I'm always ten or fifteen minutes early to work, I wasn't worried. Besides, school (at least college) was out, which meant the freeways had less traffic to deal with. I calmly went about my business.
A mile and a half away from home, I stopped at the convenience store to fill my tires. They were a few pounds low. The front tire needs to be 29psi, it was 26. So I dropped in my 75 cents (I assume it is processed, refined air formulated exclusively for tires) and begin filling the front fire. I check it again. It's 24psi. How odd. I check the nozzle, everything's working fine. A fluke. So I begin filling again.
Now it's 18psi. This is certainly going bad fast. I throw down the nozzle and spend five minutes looking for my valve cap. Defeated, I limp home on a very soft front end. There, I use the emergency DC compressor in the SUV. I do not recommend using them unless you have a lot of time on your hands. The tires would have filled faster if I had just blown into them, I think.
But, all is well and I'm on my way. Plus, I get to the freeway and low and behold, there is barely a car on it. It's smooth sailing. What luck! How fate has been kind to me after such a frustrating tire disaster.
Alas, I am easily fooled. I hop onto the freeway, cruise at 65mph and briskly ride over the first overpass.
As I round the top of the overpass I see a sea of red lights. The freeway is completely jammed. I could hear the road laughing at me. The big electric display sign on my right clearly reads "HA!". I'm doomed.
Now if I had thought it through, I should have realized that the freeway wasn't clear. Everyone was on their morning commute, but I was late. Instead, I was just at the end of the line. Everyone going into the city was already ahead of me. I was just last.
It got me thinking that this was a perfect analogy for how the little disappointments in life can really irritate you. Its like when you go to McDonalds in the drivethru and order a Quarter Pounder with Cheese. You gather your food, pay the multi-billion-dollar corporation your due, and when you get home you open the bag to discover a six-pack of chicken nuggets.
And your coke is flat.
Or when the pizza man delivers your pizza. You ordered pepperoni with extra cheese, but they deliver Hawaiian style. Do they really think it matters that they give you the pizza for free? If I wanted a free pizza that tastes like garbage, I'd fish one out of the dumpster behind their restaurant. Who on earth decided to put pinneaple on a pizza anyway? If I wanted fruit, I'd go eat an apple. I want a greasy, cheesy, boiling hot pizza that will give me a heart attack when I smell it.
Pizza is one thing that should never be touched by the health-freaks. Vegetarian pizza...please! If at least one type of animal did not die to make your pizza, it's not
a pizza. Before long, the only kind of pizza they will sell is pizza salad. And it will just be a giant piece of lettuce with a little artificial low-fat no-sugar zero-cal sauce smeared thinly on top.
So, in summary, I was late, the convenience store air compressor is broken, McDonald's can't do anything right and pizza is just going downhill. I just can't take much more disappointment.