I got the call from the body shop this morning that the insurance company's payment came through and my car was ready for pick up, after being held hostage for 20 days. That made my morning, as I absolutely despise the 1994 Jeep Cherokee that they rented to me. So, I gassed it up (yet, again) over my lunch break and made the trip to the southside after work. My Jetta's bumper looked really nice. I get in and - horror of horrors - the radio doesn't work. ARRRRRRRRGHHHH!!!
They are keeping my car for one more day to see what's wrong with it and I've got the damn Jeep again. On the way home, I realized I left a couple of U2 CDs in the front seat. Given the fact that the last time I brought my car to this body shop all the change was gone from my ashtray, I fully expect to kiss those discs goodbye. And I'll no doubt have to gas the damn Jeep up one more time before I return it. Frustration.
I'm so glad I picked up the "Scrubs" season 2 DVDs over lunch today. I could really use a laugh while I eat my sad ramen dinner.