SEPTEMBER HELL.

Not sure who's in charge up there but, dammit, I want some answers. Am I being teased? Is this a test? Have I done some wrong and am being punished? This month, so far, has been a giant pain in the ass and I want to know why...and who's responsible.

Started off well enough; on the Wednesday before the long weekend it was a nice day so I was taking the bike in to work and, from there, all down hill.

I don't know if I put my cellphone on top of my saddlebag, the pocket of my jacket and not zipping it up or left it on the roof of my car while packing up the bike; regardless, it's gone. Got hold of Rogers to let them know and order a new phone; specifically a Samsung Galaxy S5 and made a point of saying definitely NOT an iPhone 5. Rogers said no problem but it might be after the long weekend before I get it. Imagine my glee when on that Friday UPS drops off my new phone...an iPhone 5. Let Rogers know and sent it back that same day and here we are 9 days later still waiting for the right phone.

Fast forward to the next Friday. Another nice day so taking the bike to work again. At the end of the day when getting ready to go home I am slipping my glasses on after putting on my helmet (I have to take my glasses off first to put on my helmet) when I feel something snap. I pull out my glasses to see what happened only to find half of one frame arm stayed in the helmet.  Great, they are my only pair. Get home and break out the tape and a toothpick  so I can jury rig a fix until Saturday.

Take my car to work on Saturday because I don't trust sliding the patched up glasses into my helmet. Call my optical store to see what can be done and they say bring 'em in so we can have a look. At lunch I hop in the car and head over there. They take a look at their records and say "Shouldn't have happened but they are still on warranty. We will replace the arm at no cost." Hallelujah, something going right. Should have kept my mouth shut.

On the way back to work I come to a stop to make a left turn. As I wait for on-coming traffic to clear I hear squealing tires behind me and...Bang...say bye-bye to the left rear end of my car. Oh joy, now I get to deal with an insurance company. Thank Smurf the guy who hit me admitted guilt to the cops. Maybe that will help.

As I write this it is September 7. I can hardly wait to see what the rest of the month dishes out to make my life such a pleasure.