Perhaps it’s Locksmith.  Or maybe Manual Locks.  Or perhaps New Engine. 

Cuz I?  Am not feeling all that F#&%ing Sacred at the moment.  I locked my keys in the car at the 7-11 at lunchtime while going to the bank to deposit $10 dollars to cover a check.  $10 dollars, 10 measly dollars. 

The mechanic across the street said that he couldn’t ethically unlock my car for me. But he did let me use his phone to call a locksmith.  I got back to my car to wait and discovered, adding insult to injury, that the engine was actually running.  Sacred Dorkweazel.

Where was my Sacred Brain at the fateful moment of exit?  It was hovering over the Sacred Monster Truck next to me shaking my finger at his bass boom Sacred Rap Shit that was so loud I couldn’t even swear effectively. Not the best place for your brain to be when you are exiting your running car.  You can’t hear the Sacred Ding Ding of the warning alarm.

The good news is that I’m back to work in pretty speedy time, it only took 5 Sacred Seconds, really, to open my car.  My car is new so the engine wasn’t the worse for it, my last car, a month ago would have died then and there.

Oh, wait, I got it. Sacred Fucking Fifty Dollars.

Off to a Sacred Bloody Meeting and then Sacred Working Late to Make Up the Time Lost

If I had let that check bounce it would have only cost me $35 instead of $50.  There’s something for me to ponder.

And yeah, if you didn’t know before hand, I swear like a Sacred Fucking Sailor when I’m venting steam

Edit: Okay, all better now.