Well . . . that whole car-less thing that I was ranting about in my previous post is completely out the window. I was driving my father insane, so he demanded that I bring my car – alias the Death Trap – over to his house so that he could facilitate getting it fixed. Within 24 hours, the car was up and running – and for $400 less than the originally quoted price.

Good thing, too. I wasn’t taking to the CTA so well outside of rush hour. I was meeting a friend for a pedi last Sunday. We’d planned it for a few weeks, and I was looking forward to it. She volunteered to pick me up, which would have been ridiculous, since we live nowhere near each other, and she lives near the salon, which is up in Lakeview. I flat-out refuse to make people drive out of their way to accommodate my circumstances.

To make a long, irritating story much shorter, due to my lack of interest in football, I had no idea that the Bears were playing at home. I also failed to realize that the Red Line had been re-routed.

All this to say that I missed my appointment, although I did have a fabulous dinner with her afterward.

Granted, my car is a piece of shit . . . but I really did miss it.