Perfect Timing

The whole being at home thing wa going great, that is, until monday. I was driving home from Noelle's monday afternoon, and something was just not right with my car. I stopped at the intersection of 43 and 351 in West Sand Lake and waited until nothing was coming, I put my foot on the gas, pushed nice and hard and...NOTHING. So here I am sitting in the middle of the road swearing up a storm at my now immobile car. I put my flashers on and tried calling Dad, who wasn't home (of course) when a random guy with an enormous belt buckle that said DAD on it stopped to help. I told him what was going on and he checked my tranmission fluid, which was fine and then he and another random guy pushed my car onto the shoulder. I called Sara and asked her to come get me. So I sat there in my broken car, on the shoulder of the wrong side of the road, on the day after Christmas, pissed at the world. Since WSL is crawling with cops, several stopped to make sure "everything was alright". HELLO! Of course everything is not alright! My freaking car won't move, I can't get ahold of my dad who has AAA, so I can't call a tow truck and my brother was being a complete ASS about coming with my sister. So I left it there and Sara brought me back to Dad's, where I had enough time to watch a movie, talk on the phone for who knows how long, and clean my room before Dad FINALLY got home. Of coure he had to be a complete jerk about everything so we had our usual screaming match, which I think I won, then we went and had the car towed. So now, four days later, my poor car is sitting at a garage where it STILL hasn't been looked at and I'm stranded. Lovely. Not that I don't like being at Mary's, but I like to be able to go out and do things at night...I guess we'll see what happens...