Rant #3,955: What's Going On

I simply cannot win.

I cannot stand up for falling down.

I brought in my car on Monday to get an oil change and have an inspection.

The inspection went fine, but a monkey wrench was thrown into the oil change.

They could not get my car's front hood open.

Try as they could, the thing would not pop open, so the oil change could not be done.

They told me to take the car to a body shop, and have them look at it.

Totally disgruntled and defeated, with everything bad happening to me, I took the car to the local body shop that I used when I was in a car accident several months ago--

I originally figured that it somehow had to do with that accident, but whatever the case, they are local, do good work, so that is where I took the car to.

I explained the problem to them, they looked at the car thenselves, couldn't open up the hood, either, and took it right into the shop.

What they think happened is that unbeknownst to me, the car might have been hit from the back while parked, and propelled into a cement block that are at the front of many parking spaces.

Who knows when it happened, but they found cement pieces in my bumper, where the wiring for the hood opener is--so they think that that is what happened 

They fixed the car for free, I gave the mechanic a tip, and I was told that once repaired, this thing will probably break again sometime in the future 

Well, I can't worry about that now, so I brought the car back to get the oil change.

I am going to tell you, there is a black cloud over me that just won't go away 

In fact, when I first brought the car in on Monday, they had my appointment for the wrong day!

A bad omen ...

I just cant win. 

And then, when the car had its oil change and was ready to roll, the person at the desk never told me that it was done--

I was so bored that I got up to look out the window, and there it was, just sitting there.

I asked the attendant why she didn't tell me that it was done, and she said she was dealing with another customer.

Yup!

Later in the day, I received an invitation in the mail for my daughter's wedding, and there was a card that I had to return, stating that we would be there, myself, my wife and our son.

I got a pen to fill in the card, and as I put pen to paper, this pen--which I have used dozens of times without incident--literally fell apart in my hands, so broken that it will never be used again.

Nothing is going right for me, and this has been an ongoing problem for me for months, if not for years.

Hopefully, when I have my latest operation on Monday, they don't tell me the wrong time to be in the hospital and they don't have trouble opening my own "hood."

I am trying to be funny about this, but I just can't.