So today I left the office in a decent mood, considering how high $UGH_FACTOR has gotten recently. If you really want to know, ask me.
I walk to my car and start driving home. By the time I was 90% of the way there, my car's gas warning light comes on. Weird, because there was at least enough to make it through the week this morning (er, afternoon).
Luckily there's a gas station within a mile or so of my apartment, so I turn around and head that way.
I get there, start filling up, finish. Only 8 gallons: weird. Stupid gas gauge.
While I'm filling up I notice the front tires are a little low (oops). I drive over to the compressor, muttering something about being charged 75 cents for five minutes of electricity. How much does it cost to buy a car that regulates tire pressure for me?
I fill each tire. I reach the last one - the rear passenger tire - and notice that the valve cap is missing. WTF?
Target's not too far from the gas station, so I drive down there. (I needed a few other things anyway.) When I reach the parking lot, a sense of dread hits me. The parking lot is pretty full. It's the day before classes start. I have to deal with … people.
Can't complain about $2 for a tire gauge and four valve caps, though. Okay, I can … the tire gauge is plastic made to look like chrome. Cheap bastards.
So yeah, I hate cars. I also hate people who take my car's tire valve caps.
The formula is being tested as we speak