a plain stupid story

because of the renovations going on at home, there is only the driveway for all of us to park our cars, so every evening there is a mission to get different cars out and rearrange the order. i seem to come home earliest from work, just after 5, but am the only one who really goes out at night, so whenever i go out its a massive struggle to get my bleeding car out and re-park the others and blah blah. so last night, the same thing happened, and my dad offered me to take his car, the last one in the driveway, rather than mission to reorganise everything. i love this, as its a rad car to drive, is comfortable, air con, power steering, and mostly a cd player so i can actually play some nice tunes while driving. i went to a friends place, had a couple of drinks, very chilled and nothing too hectic or boozey or crazy whatsoever. the others were all off to burn, but i was tired, still delicate from hang over, and worried about parking my dads car around burn, so decided to be a good girl and leg it home for an early and responsible evening. stupid me; i should have known that doing something stupid like that would lead me into trouble. i got the superhotjoy cd the other day, and was loving listening to it on the drive home, so took the longer route so as to listen to the whole cd. while singing along, i must have over-steered on the power steering that I'm not so used to, turned the corner to start on the home stretch and drove over a little curb. i got a fright, pulled over to check the car, but assumed that it wouldn't be too bad, as was little bump, wasn't going fast at all etc. oh no. not my luck. never my luck. cant hide my fuck ups ever. no, the tyre had burst instead. small hole ripped in the side wall of the tyre and the whole thing flat. so instead of being proud of myself for being good and bed early and all that, i had to leg it home (carefully in case fucked car even further) and then explain to a very pissed off father that i had burst his tyre. shit. not impressed would be understatement. had to change tyre to put on spare, tried to say it was pothole or something, or umm..something, but he wasn't buying it.
so now, not only do i have to pay for the large parking fine i got the other day, but looks like i'll have to put something towards getting new tyre for daddy dearest. so stupid. next time i drive my car, with no music, and no singing, and certainly no bloody power steering. i hate that horrible hollow feeling in the pit of your stomach. bugger.