The actual work part of work went well today. I got a few interesting cases and got a good settlement on an initial appearance.

On the other hand I still had the flu and felt like dirt. We got hit by a cold artic blast that created record lows today. The high was about 5.

So I had two court appearances and even though it is only a five block walk, I drove to both because of the way I was feeling.

After the second appearance, my car decided it did not want to start. I called Triple A and it took them an hour and a half to get to me. Most of the time I was able to stand in the lobby of building next to my car and then after they closed a co-worker let me sit in her car. Unfortunately her car is like a mobile ashtray and I wasn't certain which was worse, the cold or car.

Anyway the guy finally pulls up about 45 minutes after they told me he would get there. He pulls forward two spaces so he can back up properly, and then this woman decides to take the space between my car and the tow truck. Apparently, car with hood open and tow truck two spaces ahead did not make a connection in her brain. I've now been waiting an hour and half for this tow truck, most of it standing, it is about 5 degrees out, and I have the flu, and some complete fool decides to park between my obviously disabled car and the tow truck which is in the process of backing up.

At this point my tolerance for idiots is about -11 on a scale of 1 to 10. First I just got in behind her car as she was backing up and yelled at her. When this seemed to have no effect I hit her back bumper. It wasn't like there weren't spaces just a little further along the street. So she finally got the point and drove away. And so I assumed that that was that.

Five minutes later as the tow guy is hooking my car up, this woman pulls alongside us and starts yelling at me. Well naturally I called her every term I could think of for complete moron. Apparently, she was upset because I "hit" her car. I told her to sue me, flipped her the bird, and suddenly remembered a few more terms for complete moron. And so she drove away again.

Afterwards, the tow guy wanted my business number so he could give it to his relatives who had lawsuits they wanted to file. Which means the whole day ended a slight up anyway.