Too damn tired to get into all the gory details du jor. Let's just say that my horoscope or the stars or some sort of karmic forces were against me.

My car: the molding on the lower portion of the driver's door has been 'fixed' four times. Thursday I noticed a squeaking when I opened the door, so I thought it needed some WD40. Hit the appropriate spots, tried to work it in some, still squeaking. (Saturday) I noticed, the panel was coming off and bending the panel that is is over the wheel. Big time.

So I called the mom because she had ended up with the name of the head hauncho at the dealership on the 4th go-round. I asked her for his name and number. She gave it to me.

My plan for the day was to go to the gym, then the dealership since it's about a mile away...

So I'm on the way to the gym, at a red light. Couple of cars in front of me. A car behind me is trying to pull out/into the cars waiting to go (behind me) so I ease up. A bit more. And a bit more. I end up every so slightly tapping the car infront of me. The guy (a very large angry looking black man) gets out of his car in the middle of the street with the light now green - I'm waving him to pull over to a parking lot (as well as the car behind me - since I thought they would back me up - but alas, they drove off). So Mr. Angry Man gets out of his car, looks at his bumper (a 1990-ish Impala-esque) - not a bump scratch or mark on it. He whips out his phone and calls the police. I ask him why he is bothering considering it was just a tap and there was no damage. He said "my grandmother is in the car and her neck is hurting her".

Bullshit. I was going no more than 2mph for 3ft. I tell him that there's no need to involve the police or insurance as the cars are fine. We exchanged names/phone numbers and left. I have a bad feeling that they are going to try to pull a scam. I should have taken a picture of his car showing no damage but he agreed to 'get out of there before the police showed up'.

So I do the gym thing. I just don't have the stamina to do the workout I've always done. I'm dragging... I shower and dress - denim shorts, floral camisole top (with bra for the record), red beaded flip-flops, and my hair in a pony tail.

I go to the dealership. And who is waiting for me... The mother. She's already discussed the situation with the service manager and she's just waiting for me. I'm taking deep breaths - I know she MEANS well, but this was NOT necessary. I am an adult. I can take care of my car.

In less than 2 minutes, she proceeds to insult me 5 times - my hair, my minimal makeup, my wearing a camisole w/o a jacket (it's 95 degrees), my not wearing earrings (I explained I had JUST come from the gym and didn't like to wear them there), and my nails not being painted. (I took a very deep sigh and wished I could overdose on Klonopin at that moment).

So we're instructed to go to the body shop. The guy there was uber-nice and said he'd have it fixed in about an hour. The mom says "goody! we can go out to lunch!" I say I'm on a diet and can't eat out. I suggest a local discount dept store to kill time. (I needed a new coffee grinder to grind my flax seeds..

BIG MISTAKE. HUGE. The mother considers this a primo opportunity to make her own fashion decisions on my behalf. Polka-dotted blouse. Matching pants. She argued about a pair of knee length shorts that I liked and a pair of matching Bass sandals that were uber-cute.

In the dressing room, she made commentary on me not wearing a thong - I was wearing fricking denim shorts - no thong was necessary and I hate wearing them anyway. I was ready to walk out right there...

So she doesn't even ask me if I like the polka-dot blouse or the pants, she just buys them. (I'll be going back tomorrow to exchange them for the shorts, shoes and a cute warm-up suit I saw).

Anxiety of the car incident and the mother have me on edge. And she's invading tomorrow to act as a witness to an issue I'm having with the termite company (they haven't been doing inspections). Which means I have to finish cleaning the house when all I want to do is curl up and go to bed.

Guesstimates on how many insults she'll drop on me tomorrow? I'm going to guess 11. At least I can hit the gym early and be home and medicated before the invasion.