The Most Expensive Coffee I've Ever Had

Friday morning, we were hit with a smallish snow storm.  It was only going to give us a couple of inches.  No one thought anything of it.  I certainly didn't.

I left home a little early that day.  I planned on stopping on the way to work for a cup of coffee and a breakfast sandwich.

The roads were a little slick, but nothing out of the ordinary for this time of the year.  I opted to not go the back way to the turnpike because there are lots of twists and turns.  I didn't want to take any chances.  Last year, hubs got stuck on those back roads and a kind man drove him home in his big truck.  I didn't want to tempt fate.

The drive took a little longer than usual, but that's to be expected.  I made my way down a two-lane highway, through a few traffic lights and headed on towards my favorite coffee in the world. The Dunkin' Donuts sign was shining like a beacon in the dark of the early morning.  (Cue the singing angels. Or Monty Python...)

I turned into the parking lot of the shopping center and noticed that not a blade had touched it.  I worried for a second, but I drove on.

I stopped in the center lane or what I thought was the center lane and checked for other traffic.  There was none so I started the left turn.  I started to slide.  All of my drivers ed classes flashed through my brain.  Steer into the skid.  Steer against the skid.  Don't hit the breaks.  Don't hit the breaks?  Hit the breaks!  Hit the breaks!

I hit the breaks.  I hit the curb. A little five-inch curb...  BANG!

You would have thought a bomb went off. 
I backed up and pulled into the parking lot and got out to survey the damage.  There was no visible damage.  Tire was inflated.  No dents.  Thank you, God!

I got my coffee and my sandwich and went on my merry way. My car was driving a little funny, but the roads are icy.  I pulled into a gas station and checked the tire pressure.  It was perfect.  I figured as soon as I get to the turnpike, the roads will clear up and I'll be fine.  It's just the roads.

It wasn't just the roads.  You see, friends.  I had bent the control arm of my car to the point where I was lucky it didn't shake off of my car.  Me, the dumbass of the year, drove the next forty miles to work.  On. A. Wonky. Tire. (Mom, I'm ok.  Sorry I didn't tell you.  I didn't think it was that big of a deal.  Ok, I'm calling you now, before you read this.)

I got to work THEN I called AAA and had my car towed to my local garage.  Got to ride in a tow truck.  Thanks, Eddie!

So, a 50 mile tow (thank God for AAA), a new control arm, new strut and new tie rod later... That was the most expensive cup of coffee I've ever had.  A $600 cup of coffee.  Mmmm. Delicious.

How My Day Started AKA I was in the UK?

I started my day out with an email, @DaisyPantalones and a DM from my sister on Twitter.
(Pardon the paraphrasing)
Vee – I’m sorry to contact you at work, but someone has hacked your Gmail account and is impersonating you.
I immediately freak and grab my phone and realize that someone has, indeed, hacked into my Gmail account and sent the most scandalous email. ( The red italics are my commentary.)
Subject: (BRUTAL EXPERIENCE) I NEED YOUR HELP URGENT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I am writing this mail with tears in my eye. (In the flight over 

I seem to have lost an eye. Horrible accident, I’ll tell you more 

about that in tomorrow’s post.)I thought I could reach out to you 

to help me out. I came out to United Kingdom for a short vacation 

unfortunately I was mugged at the park of the Hotel where I stayed,

all cash,credit card and cell phone ( I would kill for my phone so 

this, you can see, is a serious situation.) were stolen from me but 

luckily for me I still have my passport with me. I've been to the 

embassy and the Police here but they're not helping issues at all 

and my flight leaves in few hour from now but.

I am having problems settling the hotel bills and the hotel manager

 won't let me leave until I settle the bills. (What an asshole. 

He let me use his work computer to send this email though. 

He’s not heartless!)I need your help to loan me some money when

i get back i will refund it back asap.(I pinky swear!)

Thanks
Susannah (my last name is here too, but well…)

Now first of all, the grammar is atrocious.  No one could possibly think it’s me.  (I hope.) 

Second, I don’t have a passport.  You fail, asshole.  Third, I talk to my family EVERY 

day. (Ok, I email almost every day…  Ok, at least once a week.) They know I’m

not overseas. Oh no, you suck again!

With all that said, I’m mortified!  Someone at work told me that they saw this exact

same situation on the news recently.  Some poor sucker fell for it and sent this 

Nigerian individual (yes, he/she was from Nigeria) money. We’re talking thousands

of dollars.  Duh!  They must walk around with a neon “I’m a sucker for everything” 

sign above their head.  Sorry if you’re one of those people that falls for every email. 

You know you’re gullible. This is not news. 

Ok, back to the story.  Not only did this person have the audacity to hack

into MY email account (I’m important, you see….) they have the double 

audacity to correspond with my sister?

“OMG I can’t believe I didn’t tell you about my trip!”  

Really?  Really?  

So, since Gmail is blocked at work, I had to clumsily change my password from

my phone.Then I logged in and realized that this asshat had gone into my settings 

and forwarded my Gmail to this other email address at Yahoo. Now I feel REALLY

violated.  Thank goodness I don’t have any real personal information on that email

account, or any for that matter.  

Thankfully, my sister (being the angel that she is and yes I’m sucking up because

Christmas is coming. No really you’re an angel --Vee) sent the whole thing to Yahoo

reporting it as Fraud and Phishing.

What’s the moral of the story here, kids?  Don’t go on your iPhone when you’re in the 

Philadelphia Airport. Also, don’t get mugged outside of your hotel while visiting the 

UK for a short vacation.  The concierge at the hotel is really a jerk and will hold

you hostage until you bilk your friends and family for money to pay the bill.