I'm definitely back in Los Angeles. I'm not going to get into stereotyping, but, well.
My car was filthy from the roadtrip and my grandparents are coming to visit in two days. I have to work today, I have to clean the house, I have to go to the grocery, and I still want to finish reading the damn Harry Potter book I've been waiting years for. I'm already stressed out, but I figured the car wash would be the easy part. I could've washed it myself, but I spent $8 I can ill afford so that it would be done faster and better (and yeah, so I could read while they did it).
So they finish with my car, I get in, and now all of a sudden it smells like spoiled milk in there. I mean a STRONG smell of spoiled milk or something rotted. I had a dentist appointment so I figured fuck it, I'd just spritz some Febreze in it. I get out of my dentist appointment and discover the front bumper is still filthy and covered in baked-on splattered bugs; there are still bug spots on the windshield, and - here's the kicker - my door is damaged. There is already some body damage to the front of the car but it's on a completely different panel; that damage happened over a year ago, and the door damage is done today.
So I drive back to the car wash and ask to talk to the manager, who barely speaks English and waves me off. He accuses me of trying to get him to pay for pre-existing damage and insists the damage must have already been done. He said the bad wash was not his problem, and he ignored my complaints about the stink completely. After the thousandth time he refused any culpability for the body damage, insisting it came from the same accident as the other damage, I explained to him that that was a year old but this happened today. He waved me off, TURNED HIS BACK ON ME, and walked away, loudly saying, "Stupid woman, you don't know anything."
I was so furious I started shaking. It was all I could do not to run him over as I sped out of there. If I'd been armed, I would have shot him. How fucking DARE he. Now I'm out $8 and my car is still dirty, it smells like spoiled milk and Febreze, I have to leave my windows down to air it out (so who knows what might get stolen, the car itself maybe), and I was treated like that on top of it.
And, I had a picture framed at Michael's last month and they fucked up the matting; when I called today to see if they had fixed it yet, they said not till Friday. (Of course that guy didn't speak intelligible English either.) So my grandparents are coming to visit and they get to ride in a smelly, dirty car and see a big ugly hole in my wall with a bare picture hanger sitting in a prominent spot. Well, at least they get the honest picture of how poor I am and how people fuck you over every goddamn day in this fucking city.
These are the days I just want to go on a shooting spree.![]()


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