Please tell me your Valentines sucked!

I have had one of the worse Valentines in the history of Valentines. A bad movie could be written with the sorry state I found myself in. It was one bad event after another. I kept telling myself it couldn't be real. Please read.

1. In the midst of rush hour traffic, a guy rammed into the rear of my car. No one was injured, but my car sustained damage.

2. I tried to have my car worked on, but with my type of car insurance, no one can fix my car until a representative of my insurance deems the car wrecked. So I had to wait for a representative to contact me which normally took 3-5 days.

3. Because I already had the day off of work, I thought I would renew my driver’s license which expires in May. After an hour and a half wait, I am called to the window. I told the girl I’m there to renew. She pulls up my file and says that my license has been suspended since 2000 for a speeding ticket I didn’t know I had!

4. She gives me a number to call. I hold on the phone for 40 minutes. When the lady answers the phone, she said that she sees I was in a wreck and that the mandatory punishment for driving under the suspension is jail time!

5. I ask what the quickest way to fix this mess is. She says I have to pay the ticket ($250) and then the $100 reinstatement fee for my license! She proceeded to give me yet another phone number to call because she couldn't help me.

6. No one answered that phone…..EVER. I’ll have to take yet another day off work to go to the court house because it is an all day event.

7. I figure getting the license fixed that day is a bust, so I try to renew my passport. Because my passport expired and I was born abroad, not only do I have to prove my citizenship, but my parent’s also! Even though I was born on a military base to two parents in the military that were at that base because they were stationed there by the very government demanding I prove my citizenship! Thanks to new security measures since 9/11.

8. Sooooo…. Determined not to waste my day, I decided to something productive and work on the pile of clothes next to my sewing machine. Two pants into it, my needle breaks!

9. THEN a really sweet guy called and asked if he could take me out to eat. I gladly accepted. Anything to salvage the day. We went to Hooters. In case you’re not sure what that is, it is a restaurant owned by men, to service men, marketed towards men. The girls dress in shorts where you can see all their child-bearing parts and tank tops where you can see all their child-feeding parts! The girls are actually made to flirt with the customers as part of the job training. http://www.hootersmagazine.com/ At least I was fed even if I had to sit with a half naked girl flirting with my date in order to do it.

10. Finally, I went home and went to bed. What else could I do? Valentines had beaten me. I had given up. One has to know when to surrender.

So please, please, PLEASE tell me you had a bad one too or that it was worse than mine. Misery loves company.