I went to an appointment 20 minutes north only to realize that Andreas had not returned my cash card after last borrowing it. I had no alternative money-procuring methods. My truck was parked in a pay-lot, so cancelling my appointment and going home was not an option. I was trapped and cashless.

I called Andreas to beg him to come bring me my card and/or money. As I’m begging, my phone’s batteries poop out. My final words: “Maybe you can just meet me at La Belle at 1pm?”

Thankfully, Andreas’ boss loans him his car, Dre remembered where La Belle is located, and he rescued me with money so that I could get the truck out of the lot.

As a reward for the chaos, I buy myself some yummy french fries to eat on the drive home. The fries come with extra yummy Thai BBQ sauce, which I pour over the top of the crispy golden goodness. The fries rest in my lap, and I munch all the way home.

I arrived home to realize that 3/4 of the warm sauce had dribbled through the bottom of the fries’ packaging into pool between my legs. Ever had the crotch of your pants AND your skivvies saturated with Thai BBQ sauce? Not pleasant. And the seat of the truck now has a suspicious looking stain. Add that to the broken window from yesterday. I feel like a walking disaster area.