An eye for an eye.

So. Last night, I went on the date I agreed to with the locksmith. It was fine. We had a nice time. Until Murphy struck again, that is.

Early on in the evening he admitted to me that some of his tools had been stolen from his car, and one of the tools he needed to get me into my house was included in that. Which is why he had to drill open my door, and why he had to replace my lock, and why I had to pay more than I should have had to pay. Anyways, I wasn't mad, no big deal, it's done and over with so no need to get upset. It was more funny than anything.

To make the evening a bit uncomfortable though, I had eaten lentils that day and my stomach was notttttttt happy with me. Whoa, gas city.

Flashforward to the end of the night. We leave the restaurant and his car is gone. Oh shit. I just know his car has been towed. Immediately. So, I call the numbers on the parking meter, and find out it had in fact been towed due to a snow emergency. It didn't even snow yesterday, but because they PREDICTED snow, they had declared it a snow emergency. Bullshit if you ask me, but whatever.

THREE HOURS LATER we finally rescued his rental vehicle. It was now 2 am, and I was exhausted, and all I really wanted to do was leave him there and go home, but I couldn't because the guilt would set in about him not knowing English that well.

...$250 ticket, $100 tow bill, and $100 dinner, I think we're even on the missing tool.