How funny is that? My blog - IS WORTHLESS!
So - lemmie just share with ya'all another WORTHLESS anticdote of my WORTHLESS life to put in my WORTHLESS blog (okay - really, I'll stop - no more pity parties - sniff sniff).
The state of West Virginia, land of the WORTHLESS-named states (no, really, I'm done, swear), requires that all vehicles be inspected on a yearly basis. This will somehow ensure that the people of WV do not drive unsafe vehicles (my guess is that the ban is lifted in Lincoln County - those people drive Flinstone-esque trucks down the main highway!). Great. Wonderful. Whatever.
I go to Jiffy Lube. "OUT OF STICKERS, PLEASE COME BACK."
I go to Firestone. "Yeah, uh, we's outta people to put 'em on." Yes. I was turned away for lack of "sticker-putter-on-ers."
I go to Sears. "Uh, we don't do that 'till November." "Um, it IS November." "Not until LATER in November." "Ohhhhh." Clear as mud.
I go home and while driving home, try to come up with reasons why I haven't had my car inspected even though it ran out a little bit ago - AUGUST.
Today, I am running late for work, but still find the time to switch out my purse since carrying the same handbags two days in a row is, I'm sure, blasphemy in the Fashion World. At lunch, I order my healthy meal at Wendy's drive thru: a cheeseburger, fries and a frosty ( My DIEt up and died. RIP.). I look in my cute Ocelot purse - NOTHING. Not a bit of cash or plastic in sight.
Luckily, I had grabbed my paycheck and my bank - on the other end of town - let me cash it.
So, now - I'm driving around sans inspection and license.
Yeah baby. I'm livin' dangerously.