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Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Bobboau on January 07, 2004, 12:26:28 am
ok, so, tonight, after a rather hellish day at the meat packing plant were nothing could go right, including my thumb getting pierced at the base of the nail by a meat grabber thingy on the bacon slicer, I get in my car and think to my self, my what a cold night it is (this is an important plot point tonight is the coldest night of the year so far, about 15f (rough estimate -10c) and that isn't wind chill). I start off for home and turn on the CD player, it is so cold that I have to hold the wheel of my car with the sleeves of my coat. the car is finally starting to get warmed up when on the side of the road I see a car with it's caution flashers on, as I drive by I think to myself "damn, I hope they don't have serous problem, as it is hellatiusly cold". I keep driving, thinking, 'well I'm sure they called someone, everybody has a cell phone these days, well almost, I sure do hope they called someone cause I sure as hell wouldn't want to be stranded out here in the middle of ****ing no were on the coldest night of the year. hmm, I guess there wouldn't be anything wrong in stopping and seeing if they would want to use my phone to call someone or... something' well by now I'm about a mile away, so I turn around and make my way back pull over and park way to far behind them, get out and walk over to them. it's an older couple, there car was over heating so they had stooped to fill it with anti-freeze, then the radiator cap fell into the engine and the guy couldn't get to it, they asked if I had a flash light, I said I'll go look, and indeed I did have a flashlight, but no batteries, while back there I moved my car up because it was cold and I didn't feel like walking that distance at least two more times. getting back to them they were just about to give up and try riding with the radiator cap off, but I said, why don't you let me try (this is why I stopped my car, to try and help) I take a different route, I go from under the car and within fifteen seconds, I have the cap and I wish them a 'good and warm night' (as it was very very cold). I get into my car wait for them to leave then turn the keys in my car only to hear the all too familiar sound of, a dead battery.
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I look down,  I look up, I look down again, and then I turn the keys. turns over once, the sound of the seat belt alarm grows to a ever lower pitch. it is at this point that I say, "oh, no". turn the keys again, just a low pitched grumble of the engine slowly grinding to a halt. I lift my head, see the people I helped go out of sight, think of why I'm in this situation, 'because this is the worst night of the year to be stuck in this stretch of road', think of the situation I'm in 'stuck on this stretch of road on the _worst potable_ night'. it is at this point I begin to laugh, laugh at the cruel irony that has so beautifully incarnated itself once again upon me, laugh at the fact that if I had not been so concerned with the welfare of others I would be at home right about now in my heated room, laugh at the fact that I am forever doomed to a life of unremitting pain and suffering at the hands of a world I try only to bring happiness to, at this point I begin to laugh histaricaly, then after a few seconds/minutes of that, I let forth a veritable river of profanities, that I feel no need to subject you to. tired and swore, and beginning to feel the effects of the cold I pick up the cell phone and call home (the one good thing, cell phone worked). I get mom and explain the situation, she's on her way. so I wait. and wait. and wait some more... and wait. I'm shivering now, exreemly cold. I think 'I do have jumper cables right?'. thinking that I had saw them while looking for the flashlight, and that I could use something to do, I get out of the car and look in the trunk, I see no cables, I go through a scenario similar to the one just after the battery died, spend a good five minutes tearing my trunk apart looking for them, there not there. being out in the cold that long has had a toal on me I am now shaking uncontrollably, my hands are numb, I get back in the car pick up the phone to call home again and there I see the cables, sitting in the trash pit/passenger side, I mutter 'god damn it' and grab the cables. phone in hand and patience wearing thin, I decide to call home anyway to make sure she had left by now or at least see how long she was gone. I get Mark, my younger brother, we have a nice chat, he tells me things that he knows I have only anti-interest in, he's about to hang up but I want someone to talk to as I'm very cold and very bored, so I tell him to give it to Katie, my sister, she is (shock, awe, suprize, wow) in my room on the Internet (ask Kazan how rare this scene is). we talk, I complain, she listens, I describe how horable the situation is, though it really is a prety night, after a while she says 'wow', the kind of wow you would give someone who just told you 'the tigermen from mars are about to fake the moon landing in a plot to kill kenidy and take over the free world!!!'. she is going to say something else but just the mom shows up honking her horn she drives by, I say 'mom's here' and hang up on Kate. then she takes her sweet time turning around and getting back to me. by this point I am so cold I can barely move, my hands are totally numb, I get out open the hoods of both cars, my hands are so cold that it takes me nearly ten minutes to get the jumpers hooked up (for those of you who have never done it it normally takes about 30 seconds), I get in my car it, won't start. I go back out the black cable has fallen off, I put it back on, go back in, won't start. do this a bunch of times, the cable keeps snapping off, eventually mom comes out and I tell her to hold one, but all she really needs to do is hold the hood open, I get it, turn the car on and it FINALY starts. I get out and begin shouting various profanities at the motor declaring my victory and supremacy over it and it's inferiority. Mother, standing two feet away from me, looks at me for a moment and says 'lets go home I'll follow you' so we did, and I ordered a pizza, and it was from Papa Johns, and therefore good, except for the piece of pepperoni on one piece (I hate all manner of meats on my pizza) and then I sat down at my computer after fighting my sister off it and began righting this, then it suddenly rebooted for no good reason, and I started over, in note pad, saving every minute or so, and I began feeling very tired, and I h and then opened open office, copied and pasted, fixed the word wrap spell checked(as this is a rather long post), opened IE, went to HLP, went to post a new tpic, copied it into the field, and hit the submit button
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Bobboau on January 07, 2004, 12:28:53 am
3 hours later and my one hand is still sore frome being frozen
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Ransom on January 07, 2004, 12:40:12 am
Are you sure you didn't do something earlier to piss Him off?

Or maybe those people you helped were stealing that car/mass murderers/devil worshippers/Star Trek fanatics?
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: neo_hermes on January 07, 2004, 12:40:38 am
God is really out to get you bobboau. :nod:
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: an0n on January 07, 2004, 12:59:41 am
Punc-tu-ate.
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Knight Templar on January 07, 2004, 01:11:48 am
Well I'm sure typing it twice didn't do your hands any good. ;)
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Assassin on January 07, 2004, 01:13:09 am
an0n I dont think he was CAPABLE of punctuating.

Bob - sorry to hear that... maybe you just had some "bad karma" to let go off. :(
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: diamondgeezer on January 07, 2004, 01:20:57 am
Sorry Bob but I could only read up to the end of the second... um... paragraph, before my eyes started to bleed. Do you think you might put a few more returns in there?
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Bobboau on January 07, 2004, 01:24:43 am
I was writeing in "I've done this once already/I'm in a ****ing bad mode/damn I'm tired" mode, and punctuation isn't a strong suit of mane normaly, you'r lucky I ran it through a spell checker

while I was helping starnded elderly motorists!?
that ****ing karma could have waited till I got home and started beating my six year old brother for being anoying.
this situation wasn't out of charicter for me ether, half the time when I see people in trouble and I'm not in a hurry I'll stop and help, it's gona get me killed some day but no one will care
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Flaser on January 07, 2004, 07:05:56 am
:Snip:

Reminds me of my days in this God forsaken land - except I'm not even a nice guy...I wonder what's going to happen to ME than.

BTW at least you made it through without any permanent injury.
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Singh on January 07, 2004, 08:23:26 am
Quote
Originally posted by Bobboau
but no one will care


We would!!! if only for teh SCP stuff, but still, we would! ;P
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Bobboau on January 07, 2004, 10:21:06 am
you wouldn't even know,
one day I would just simply stop posting
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Kazan on January 07, 2004, 11:26:47 am
i think that's the longest post i've ever bothered to read on this forums

but you think 15f is cold? it was -1F at NOON on monday
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: pyro-manic on January 07, 2004, 01:43:06 pm
Bad day, eh? At least you're still alive. :)  I spent eight hours on the train just before christmas, on a journey that should've taken three. Going from where I live (20 miles west of Cardiff) to London Paddington.

It was 45 minutes late, and then we hit a broken rail at Reading. The train sat there for two hours, then started moving. Then it stopped for another hour. Then we went BACKWARDS for two and a half hours, going through the Midlands to get around the broken rail. Then there were no taxis when we got to Paddington. Then we spent an hour on, or waiting for, a string of buses.

Then we finally found an empty taxi, that got us to where we were going at 4.30 in the morning. Takes the piss, really, but that's what privatisation does for you...
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: IceFire on January 07, 2004, 02:12:16 pm
Well as long as you made it back in one piece with nothing wrong and everything is good except your paitence I figure your karma is still on a high point there :)
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: redsniper on January 07, 2004, 05:31:22 pm
wow... that really sucks, I guess it's evidence that
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No good deed goes unpunished.

sorry
Title: Re: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Woolie Wool on January 07, 2004, 05:37:55 pm
Quote
Originally posted by Bobboau

I look down,  I look up, I look down again, and then I turn the keys. turns over once, the sound of the seat belt alarm grows to a ever lower pitch. it is at this point that I say, "oh, no". turn the keys again, just a low pitched grumble of the engine slowly grinding to a halt. I lift my head, see the people I helped go out of sight, think of why I'm in this situation, 'because this is the worst night of the year to be stuck in this stretch of road', think of the situation I'm in 'stuck on this stretch of road on the _worst potable_ night'. it is at this point I begin to laugh, laugh at the cruel irony that has so beautifully incarnated itself once again upon me, laugh at the fact that if I had not been so concerned with the welfare of others I would be at home right about now in my heated room, laugh at the fact that I am forever doomed to a life of unremitting pain and suffering at the hands of a world I try only to bring happiness to, at this point I begin to laugh histaricaly, then after a few seconds/minutes of that, I let forth a veritable river of profanities, that I feel no need to subject you to. tired and swore, and beginning to feel the effects of the cold I pick up the cell phone and call home (the one good thing, cell phone worked). I get mom and explain the situation, she's on her way. so I wait. and wait. and wait some more... and wait. I'm shivering now, exreemly cold. I think 'I do have jumper cables right?'. thinking that I had saw them while looking for the flashlight, and that I could use something to do, I get out of the car and look in the trunk, I see no cables, I go through a scenario similar to the one just after the battery died, spend a good five minutes tearing my trunk apart looking for them, there not there. being out in the cold that long has had a toal on me I am now shaking uncontrollably, my hands are numb, I get back in the car pick up the phone to call home again and there I see the cables, sitting in the trash pit/passenger side, I mutter 'god damn it' and grab the cables. phone in hand and patience wearing thin, I decide to call home anyway to make sure she had left by now or at least see how long she was gone. I get Mark, my younger brother, we have a nice chat, he tells me things that he knows I have only anti-interest in, he's about to hang up but I want someone to talk to as I'm very cold and very bored, so I tell him to give it to Katie, my sister, she is (shock, awe, suprize, wow) in my room on the Internet (ask Kazan how rare this scene is). we talk, I complain, she listens, I describe how horable the situation is, though it really is a prety night, after a while she says 'wow', the kind of wow you would give someone who just told you 'the tigermen from mars are about to fake the moon landing in a plot to kill kenidy and take over the free world!!!'. she is going to say something else but just the mom shows up honking her horn she drives by, I say 'mom's here' and hang up on Kate. then she takes her sweet time turning around and getting back to me. by this point I am so cold I can barely move, my hands are totally numb, I get out open the hoods of both cars, my hands are so cold that it takes me nearly ten minutes to get the jumpers hooked up (for those of you who have never done it it normally takes about 30 seconds), I get in my car it, won't start. I go back out the black cable has fallen off, I put it back on, go back in, won't start. do this a bunch of times, the cable keeps snapping off, eventually mom comes out and I tell her to hold one, but all she really needs to do is hold the hood open, I get it, turn the car on and it FINALY starts. I get out and begin shouting various profanities at the motor declaring my victory and supremacy over it and it's inferiority. Mother, standing two feet away from me, looks at me for a moment and says 'lets go home I'll follow you' so we did, and I ordered a pizza, and it was from Papa Johns, and therefore good, except for the piece of pepperoni on one piece (I hate all manner of meats on my pizza) and then I sat down at my computer after fighting my sister off it and began righting this, then it suddenly rebooted for no good reason, and I started over, in note pad, saving every minute or so, and I began feeling very tired, and I h and then opened open office, copied and pasted, fixed the word wrap spell checked(as this is a rather long post), opened IE, went to HLP, went to post a new tpic, copied it into the field, and hit the submit button


That whole paragraph must be only two or three sentences, despite its considerable length. Please split up your sentences so they don't drone on and on.
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Rictor on January 07, 2004, 06:26:45 pm
Yesterday, it was around -20 degrees. I walked to school. School is about 50 minutes away. Dems the breaks. Sounds like you had a pretty ****ty time, but atleast its over now.
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Falcon on January 07, 2004, 06:43:14 pm
Sorry for your off-day, advice: move to Florida :cool:
Title: Re: Re: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Solatar on January 07, 2004, 06:46:00 pm
Quote
Originally posted by Woolie Wool


That whole paragraph must be only two or three sentences, despite its considerable length. Please split up your sentences so they don't drone on and on.


Is it readable?     yes

Does it normally happen with him?        no

so can we forgive him?      yes

:rolleyes:
Title: defninative proof that there is a God, and that he hates me
Post by: Knight Templar on January 07, 2004, 08:43:00 pm
Not to mention that was sooo six posts ago.