CCA4
07-24-2009, 10:29 AM
Ok I need to just unload this on somebody, and you poor assholes are the unlucky winners of the contest. At my apartment complex there is a visitor's lot, its down by the access road, just off rt. 7 in falls church. Thats where the VISITORS are supposed to park, hence the name. Well, my spoiled GF refuses to park there because its about a 500 yd. walk up hill to my apartment. I've been tellin her since i moved in not to park by my place, but she doesn't listen. Sure enough last night, her car gets pinched. Anyone care to guess who's fault that was? MINE. :blink:
So then its on me to play phone tag for a half hour, called the local PD as well as a hand full of towing companies. Finally find her car (a 2008 Avenger that her parents bought and paid for) at an impound lot in Fairfax. If any of you are familiar with the area, Falls Church isn't anywhere close to Fairfax. So I call the place, she's on the phone with the guy trying to get directions, being a total bitch to him the whole time. I keep asking her to get an address because i have a GPS, it'll be faster, easier, and less aggravating. But she "knows the area" and "knows how to get there", so of course i get over ruled. Sure enough we get lost. Wanna know who's fault THAT was? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? My fault again.
So I grab the phone, get an address, find the place, park in the lot. Its pouring rain this entire time mind you. So she refuses to get outta the car, doesn't want to get wet. So I get out, get drenched, PAY FOR HER CAR, because she can't afford to get it out of impound because she spent too much money drinking in Florida last weekend. Then she makes me drive my car into the garage where hers is so she doesn't have to walk through the rain to get it. As an added kick in the nuts, as we're leaving the impound lot, i drive through a HUGE pot hole/puddle, and one of my HID's goes out. :cursing:
So after all that BS, she wants to go out to dinner. Its like 11:30, we go to Applebee's, get home, and she keeps me up until 2am talking about getting married:
"well when are you gonna get married?"
"what's the girl going to be like?"
"is it going to be me?"
"do you love me?"
"do you just love me or are you IN love with me?"
So I pulled a blanket over my head, rolled over and fell asleep. I'm now tired, cranky, and at work, very seriously considering becoming single in the not-to-distant future. I can't deal with her spoiled sense of entitlement anymore. And I can't deal with paying for her shit all the time because she can't keep a budget.
/Rant
So then its on me to play phone tag for a half hour, called the local PD as well as a hand full of towing companies. Finally find her car (a 2008 Avenger that her parents bought and paid for) at an impound lot in Fairfax. If any of you are familiar with the area, Falls Church isn't anywhere close to Fairfax. So I call the place, she's on the phone with the guy trying to get directions, being a total bitch to him the whole time. I keep asking her to get an address because i have a GPS, it'll be faster, easier, and less aggravating. But she "knows the area" and "knows how to get there", so of course i get over ruled. Sure enough we get lost. Wanna know who's fault THAT was? Anyone? Anyone? Bueller? My fault again.
So I grab the phone, get an address, find the place, park in the lot. Its pouring rain this entire time mind you. So she refuses to get outta the car, doesn't want to get wet. So I get out, get drenched, PAY FOR HER CAR, because she can't afford to get it out of impound because she spent too much money drinking in Florida last weekend. Then she makes me drive my car into the garage where hers is so she doesn't have to walk through the rain to get it. As an added kick in the nuts, as we're leaving the impound lot, i drive through a HUGE pot hole/puddle, and one of my HID's goes out. :cursing:
So after all that BS, she wants to go out to dinner. Its like 11:30, we go to Applebee's, get home, and she keeps me up until 2am talking about getting married:
"well when are you gonna get married?"
"what's the girl going to be like?"
"is it going to be me?"
"do you love me?"
"do you just love me or are you IN love with me?"
So I pulled a blanket over my head, rolled over and fell asleep. I'm now tired, cranky, and at work, very seriously considering becoming single in the not-to-distant future. I can't deal with her spoiled sense of entitlement anymore. And I can't deal with paying for her shit all the time because she can't keep a budget.
/Rant