irritating

Aaron and I went to hang out with Jamie and Karlie this morning, ate breakfast, went antique window shopping (no need to buy anything), and grilled hamburgers and chicken for dinner. Good times, good times.

We get home, and there's not a single parking spot in our lot. There's another lot a little further on, so we went there, still no spot. I thought, well, why don't we just park the car in our garage that we're paying $35/month for? There's only a couple of bikes in there, right? Wrong. Open it, and there's the bikes, and boxes, and a cart to haul boxes on.

I called the rental office this afternoon and asked if they had accidentally given out the key to our garage, because there's stuff in it, and for them to call me back on Monday. All I can figure is that they accidentally gave out the key, or a closer garage opened up, and they're saving that for us, and gave the further one away already. I'm really hoping it's option number two, for sure.

So I'm kinda mad about the whole ordeal, because it happened over the weekend, they had the whole thing set up on the computer, so there should be no need for mistakes like that, AND we had it first, damn it! Maybe they tried to get a hold of us, but couldn't, and our phones were messing up, and they never left a message saying to bring in the old key for a new one. Who knows. It's confusing and dumb. That's all.

*Moment of the Day*
Seeing fifty cent bills from the Civil War era, half dimes, Barber dimes, and a large size silver certificate one dollar bill at the antique store. Nerding out big time with numismatics.