The First Worst Day of Adulthood

Oh how I wish there was cake and a party the day you reach adulthood, but there's not just bills and more bills and work. Today started out lovely, the sun was shining, class got out early and I don't have homework. On my way back to my dorm I thought "I should move my car to the closer parking lot while I am out and about." I did not have my keys with me, but I did have my spare key in my wallet. So I walked to my car and unlocked the door, put the key in the ignition and drove over to the closer parking lot. Lucky me, there was a space! I parked and went to turn off my car and take the key out....it wouldn't come out...I jiggled the key and the steering wheel and tried everything...nothing worked. Okay, called my dad....he told me to do everything I had already done. Next thought...Wal-mart has an auto service center...So I drive to Wal-mart and wait and wait for someone to help me....No one comes!!!

Now.....What do I do??? I call triple A....they can't help me because my car "works". Yes my car can go from point A to point B, but I CAN'T TURN MY CAR OFF! So the lady from triple A gives me a number for a locksmith. I called the locksmith after getting all of my information (name, the address where I ways etc.) tells me that he will be there in an hour. Okay, I will just sit in the Wal-mart parking lot until you get here Mr. Locksmith Man.

Reasons for waiting in the Wal-mart parking lot:

1) It is a public place with lots of people
2)I am alone
3)This locksmith could be an ax murderer on the side
4)There are video cameras that overlook the parking lot.

So after waiting for an hour and 20 minutes the locksmith shows up. Pulls out is tool kit and WD-40 an pops out the key...... I waited for over an hour for this guy to take two minutes to spray the key with WD-40. So the Locksmith says okay that is $164.50....excuse me? Yes ladies and gentlemen....$164.50. He wants cash because his credit card machine is broken. Well as a poor college student, I don't carry around 100's of dollars with me...So he holds my ID hostage while I go into Wal-mart to the ATM and withdrawal my life's savings.

I called me Dad after I drove away from Wal-mart and he said "Welcome to being an adult with a car." No cake, no balloons, just lots of money. So here I am, a poor adult college student with a car. Here's to many more lessons of adulthood...