This morning I went out to get into my car and head off to work only to discover that - over the course of the night - all of the oil had drained out of my car onto my parking space.
You see, yesterday I got to work early. That's where all of this started. I got to work early which meant that I was able to park in a different parking space than a usually do, one that is significantly closer to the elevators and - I thought - the equivalent of Rock Star parking. At the end of the day, I decided to pull forward out of my space and make a little U-Turn.
The "rock star" space that I had parked in ended up being more like a Rock Star parking space in that it thrashed the crap out of my car, stole its lunch money, and left it for dead. See, I didn't notice when I parked there, but the space happens to be the only one down there with a cement curb in front of it. Why would they only put one of those things in there? Anyway, long story short, I drove over it, gave my car a serious beating, and then drove home.
And then this morning it had puked oil everywhere. So, good times. Amanda was very sweet and gave me a ride to work. Now I just have to figure out how I'm getting home.