Deeply Disappointing Me:
The Fuckwad who keyed my brand new Obama bumper sticker. I finally feel good enough about a presidential candidate to be actively supportive and within five hours some dick keyed it up? Grand. I mean, I've seen hundreds of douchey Bush-centric stickers over the past eight years and, while I've quietly made fun of the sticker-owners in my head, I've never actually destroyed their property over it. Who even does that? Gee, sorry to insult you with an INTELLIGENT candidate, that must really suck for you.
My timing belt. Oh belt, I thought you were changed at the 90,000 mile mark giving me some time before belt number two was needed, but NO. I dug through old paperwork and discovered that my car's previous owner was way, way too diligent and got you at 60,000 miles. WHY. Now, at 164,000 miles I'm about 14 grand overdue. Well, at least I know what to do with all those extra bags of money I have laying around.
Dominion Power, I understand that my house is on the weakest grid, like, ever, but what the hell kind of "equipment failure" can cause a widespread outage on a Monday morning? Too many toasters? If you can't fix that, you know what you can fix? Your craptastic automated telephone system. The one that didn't recognize my phone number and then impatiently hung up on me while I was fumbling around for my account number which I couldn't find because MY HOUSE WAS DARK. Also, thanks for the bad hair day.