Okay, recently I found out I can buy tickets for a FACE TO FACE meet and greet with the sexy Kiefer Sutherland. Awesome right?! Not so much. People with miles and miles of depth in their pockets can afford it, and lo-and-behold... I can't. So the reality of it pisses me off. I'd love to meet this man and go see Redemption before anyone else, but what am I gonna do? Sit on my ass and complain :P
Anyway, I'm assuming that the bidding will surpass the thousands, I'm thinking around $5k? Hell, I'd sell my truck for that just to go.
Anyway anyway! The whole point of this one is related, trust me, I'm getting there. I went out to the bank today to deposite my weekly check (a poor excuse for a check, but it's voluntary) and I busted up my knee working outside for the weekend, so I'm already crippled. I'm done depositing my money and start to head back to my truck, that is across two strips of "road" in the parking lot. I wait as three cars buzz right on by, ignorance, then no one comes and I start walking.
I'm about halfway across and this broad in a Jeep flies around the corner from the drivethrough window, about smacks right into me. Of course I don't look at her, why give her the satisfaction? Not looking at her pisses them off more *lolz*.
So I'm driving home, the whole not being able to afford it because of Rich Pricks is bugging me. And it hits me, "Dammit why couldn't have hit me!!??" at least then I could have afford to buy the damn tickets considering I'd sue her anorexic ass to the moon and back.
(no I'm not nitpicking on a particular weight, I do it to every body size, get over it)
What a bummer. Which she could stopped a few inches later and she would've had to sell that hunk-o-junk and I would be living the life talking, drinking, and taking pictures with my man.
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